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FOUR SEASONS BREEZE | NOVEMBER 2023 53 Due to travel and life, the Club did not meet in-person in October. We did expand our "Let's Talk Photoshop" Zoom meeting to include a review of members close-up and macro photos. We also covered post-processing of panoramic photos to stitch them together and discussed how to add your name to the photo when exporting from Lightroom. Our monthly in-person meetings are the first Thursday of the month in the RCN Main Room at 6:30 pm. Our Zoom meeting is the second Thursday of the month at 4 pm. If you have any questions or wish to be added to our mailing list please contact Jacque at jacquesneddon@gmail.com. ~ Jacque Sneddon Photography Club Writers' Club "MUSIC HATH CHARMS …" ET CETERA. I have always been a sucker for musicians. It started early for me. After he married my mother, my dad sang in the bathtub and on the radio (KDON San Jose). He was a happy man. Mom led the Congregational Church choir in Soquel. She loved to sing too, but the choir gig mainly was to win over her new in-laws, who feared their son had married a Kentucky hillbilly. (They had the Kentucky part right.) Daddy met Mom at Santa Cruz High. I met my musician at Pleasant Hill High. Davey played the sax. The high school marching band was great, but when the band teacher added jazz to the curriculum, things started swingin'. Davey played in both bands, but when the Marching Band needed a tall guy to lead it, at 6'3", he was the only choice. I think it was the uniform that sent me panting. (Did I mention I was also a sucker for a man in uniform?) His height was a plus, too. When I was a junior, I was 5'9", and most high school boys were shrimps. Davey's only drawbacks that I could see were that he was a sophomore and he had a girlfriend. It started innocently enough. The fall play had several male roles, and being in high school, only a few boys showed up to try out. In desperation, the drama teacher broadcast his need for boys to fill the male roles, and brave young Neil answered the call and persuaded his best friend, Davey, to come along for moral support. The teacher took one look at Davey and decided to cast him as the father in the play. I got the role of his teenage daughter. Davey, Neil, and I often had milkshakes at the local drive-in after rehearsals. Davey had his license and automobile access, so we would hang out and talk for an hour or so. (I had to sit in the backseat, but that put me close to the driver.) A few years later, Davey and I married and produced two more musicians: a daughter (singer with a heavenly voice) and a son (drummer … he discovered drummers got the girls). Now, I am married to a bass player/poet, and I sing in the garden. Frequently. ~ by Mary Lynn Archibald Four Seasons Writers' Club meets in the RCN Conference Room on the second Tuesday of the month at 1 pm. Text Mary Lynn at (707) 239-4060 for info. ~ Mary Lynn Archibald, mlarchibald@ mac.com Hummingbird by Gerrie Karczynski Trees by John Baeyertz

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