Waves tear south under high winds, white caps and rollers stretch across the channel as gusts envelop the cabin like a ship on the sea.

In early morning I sit alone with the sea. Only stillness, dawn color and the wind’s whisper in the high trees. As the day rises

The winds of autumn cause the seas to surge and strip the summer leaves. The prejudices I won’t release are torn by these winds, tearing

Autumn rains refresh the earth, restoring color, lifting worms. Along the northwest coast forests breathe more easily, the misted seas mysterious in their changing garments.

Low clouds bank the island though the rain has stopped and skies begin to clear. Summer dried the ground so the land drinks deep these

Fog envelops the islands as the changing air of autumn blankets the sea with mystery. Quietly we sit within the shroud recalling the night sky

The clouded sun lights the sea, gulls cry out their morning welcome and the daily news arrives. The greater the disturbance the deeper I reach

Today is the day the Morning Star rises, today the day of the moon and sun; today the wind and ebbing tide, the color green

What will I sketch upon sea and sky? How can I add to the living pallet? I wake with the sun, go down with the

The fire of the sun ignites the moon to a golden lamp in the night sky. We too thrive on solar light, rising with the

The salt water is clear to the bottom but the sky is clouded with smoke. In Canada the forests are burning and with wind from

I waited on the moon as dusk spread across the sea, the distant mountains growing dark. Then she rose over forested hills and cast a

Hummingbird wings trill in the warm sun as winter past fades in memory. The green world rises and on this summer morn like eagle with

The day settles into a lazy umber glow as the tide rises to fill the cove. The distant mountains massive and snow capped, remind me

The borderland between this world and the other is a lonely place, fearful and unvisited by those who prefer daylight and the comfort of sleep.