Weaving a New Pattern
A cold northerly wind follows the ebb tide, water and air temperature equal at half the human Fahrenheit, pushing back the effort to lessen the
A cold northerly wind follows the ebb tide, water and air temperature equal at half the human Fahrenheit, pushing back the effort to lessen the
One day of summer and again skies are heavy laden, air cool, water gray green and impassive; otter and I are alone in the cove,
Madronas wave in the breeze, leaves and branches lofted like sail in a fluid green lattice flowing with sea force. Wind and tide, sun and
Steady rain on the island, drip, drip, drip.. awakening swells across the channel, lifted by wind and tide. Ocean surging to the lunar pull, always
She called out from an island, one among many of the inland sea. In first light he raced with the ebb keen to remain with
Together we hear the waterfall like thunder in the distance; rapid after rapid the spills and breaks have worn thin our gear, our determination. We