Vicky L. Williamson
a journey towards the person God created me to be...
19 May 2026
prickly pear bloom
09 May 2026
the sketching I didn’t do
I planned to do lots of sketching during our week at Bastrop State Park. But there was plenty of time so first I finished these first pages of my new sketchbook, an A5 100% cotton watercolor book from Hahnemuhle. The mushrooms were from our back yard; the two front ones are a different variety of inkcap than the one previously sketched — these are smooth rather than shaggy. I also did a lot of reading under the beautiful trees and a bit of knitting.
Then our week was changed drastically. We tow a small car behind the RV on longer trips. Tuesday we drove into Bastrop for lunch at Maxine’s (I had a great fried green tomato BLT!). Then headed to H-E-B for a few items. But we had an accident instead. Both of us are fine, though pretty beaten up by airbags and extremely sore. As I told the ER nurse, I guess that hike we were planning to take is cancelled. The car was totaled. After making arrangements and dealing with accident reports, we decided to head home early.
We had managed to get several walks in, enjoying the campsite’s peaceful beauty. There was a CCC shelter with three separate areas, each with its own fireplace; like all the CCC structures in the park, it was designed to fit its specific location using river rock and planking harvested from the park itself as the park was built.
05 May 2026
home for this week
02 May 2026
yeasty smells
01 May 2026
fiddlin’ around
30 April 2026
an unexpected find
As I was heading out to the car the other day, I was dive-bombed by a medium sized bird — it happened so fast that I couldn’t even tell what type of bird it was. Then I looked up and found a nest being built under the back patio roof.
Both fountain pens hold De Atramentis Document inks: the Sailor Fude de Mannen has brown ink and the Wancher PuChiCo mini fountain pen has turquoise ink.
abandoned cemetery
While camping at Fort Parker State Park last month we visited an old cemetery on the park grounds, maintained by park employees. There were several interesting headstones, three of which I drew directly in ink, wonky lines and all. Dr. Brookins’ stone especially caught our eye with its intricate details and untold story — slain for gold by Mexican Violence in 1854, one phrase reads “He suffered much through life and remembered not”.





















