Watching the ships...a recurring dream. Air ships and water ships move in huge convoys
at night along the James River. They fly and sail out to the Chesapeake Bay and then to the ocean.
I watch behind overhanging branches, standing at the shoreline with fish swimming around my feet.
You are so fortunate to be so close to the beautiful ocean. I love your visual journals. Peace, Mary Helen
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. This exercise seems to start a momentum for a day of making.
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