Phil Beaver's

Travelogue Photo Diary

     About three hundred quilters welcomed me on my first evening in Folsom.  We met in a large auditorium of  their town community center  where a movie-size screen dropped down from overhead on a massive performing stage.  They embraced me and my slide lecture with genuine enthusiasm for quilting, and I was off to a really great three days with a terrific bunch of quilters that were ready to go.

     Each quilter in the workshop painted two yards of white cotton with permanent fabric paint, they worked from many paper patterns I supplied for their use, and everyone produced unusually handsome work. 

     I include some of the work from some of the quilters.  No one finished all the quilting, but each produced a piece complete enough for photography and a place on this website.  Here's some very, very good work. 

Denise

Barbara

Bobbie

Sandi

Joan

Sheila

Ellen

Marianne

Marjie

Carol

Melinda

Lauri

Dawn

Karyn

     My hotel was located in the historic district of Folsom.  Sutter Street (the gold rush was over), was lined with original commercial structures that were now occupied by many shops and restaurants.  The next five photos are a small part of this interesting street.

The Red Hat Society is alive and well.  This lady graciously agreed to pose for a photo in her red and purple. 

     Everyone I met seemed to think I should see the Folsom state prison.  Carol was my personal tour guide, and we took in the sights including the prison.

After permission granted, I prowled the prison grounds for a good photo, but never closer to the building, itself,  than the official and designated picture taking spots.

While getting this photo, I was certain I heard a distant Johnny Cash belting "....when I hear that whistle blow I hang my head and cry."  But it turned out to be one of the many wild peacocks that freely roam the grounds and sound a bit like Johnny Cash.