on water and impressions

my first look left me with a drawn-out gasp and widened eyes. I had never seen the ocean so blue. I had never seen the ocean so clear. And I had never seen the ocean so beautiful. I had no words for the moment, partially due to the fact that I had lost my voice… Continue reading on water and impressions

melt into the sunshine: a sketch

sitting on a broken beach chair beneath the shade of the enormous maple in the front yard. it's 4:42 p.m. and the sunshine is golden - a rich, shimmering golden that embraces you with every beam that touches your shoulder. the sky is blue almost to a fault - the brilliance seems more like a… Continue reading melt into the sunshine: a sketch