Water’s Edge

At the edge, between land and water, there is transition, change and, might I say, magic.

All living creatures, humans included, behave differently in its presence. During brief encounters, water plays with us, nourishes us, washes us, strokes us, teases us.

But, given time, water patiently and unceasingly alters and shapes whatever lies in it’s wake.

Water Log
Blue Canoe
Petrified
Quiet Chaos
There’s Ducks
Just Add Light
Wrapped
Blissfully Unaware
Ice Drapes