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.

The sun comes bright over the awakening city as we rise to daylight with memories of what was, hopes for what is yet to be.

Camas spreads in lilac waves beside a slack tide sea; seals fish along the rocks, gulls plaint their echoing calls, songbirds sing from the thorny

I’m up early for the hour of quiet when the awakened earth softly steps into the garden of becoming. Sunlight touches the sea, trees drink

Eagles sing in the tall firs as light bathes the island; songbirds call out, the air rich with music. I’m not as quiet as the

Strong winds sway the trees while a full moon lies hidden behind layers of cloud. At dawn light rain showers the metal roof. From a

High up the tall mountain a cap of glacial snow shines bright in the setting sun. The waters lie calm between the islands, warm air