Sunday, May 15, 2011


One winter day, crisp and clear

 Reflections became the focus of an otherwise routine outing.

Only the slightest breeze tickled the waters surface, effectively altering the ordinary.

Ships' shapes, like bolts of fabric, unrolled.
An Ikkat weave from Java...
Also remembering a painting I saw once in New York.
Thinking how sometimes when I'm in a museum, I'm reminded of paddling.

1 comment:

David Foster said...

Feeling your blue-hues... I LOVE the first pic! X