Oil on Wood
Finally. We are here. The getting settled and sorted takes longer than anyone ever remembers. Nothing works and then it does miraculously. Either that or the sun comes out and it matters less. This view belongs to neighbors who will be moving to the other side of the island. So this is the beginning of an end for them. Tomorrow I will paint their view again. New light. New tide. And me? Always a beginner.
Really, isn't that true for all of us?