odems ledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remember water as a gentle thing.

Lapping quietly along the rocks, rising on the tide.

Un-noticed in the fog and unheard against the rolling clang of the channel marker.

It filled in all that was our view and then went away again, exposing acres of mudflats and seaweed and places for lazy seals to sit.

Today an ocean away that gentle water is licking the wounds of the land laid waste by waves of another sort.

The moon even came in close to check on things.

 

This piece is going to live by the water in Vancouver BC,  may  we all see fair winds and calm seas for a while.

(Odems ledge, papercut,   24″ x 36″)

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