Monday, July 22, 2013

Orange Rock in the Surf

Orange Rock in the Surf
Oil on Wood
Our day on the island begins and ends with a walk on the beach, with trips in between to go for a row or walk the dog, or throw old food to the sea gulls.
Everything moves but the rocks, props on a stage around which water dances creating new choreography with each wave, the change of tide, time of day, and passing cloud.
Always the same. Always different.
I can't get enough of it.

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