Our Capricious Wind

Who knew our beach wind could do angles?


I’ve had this poem memorized since I was very, very little. I rarely feel the wind, or see its work without having these lines run through my memory.

Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

The Ocean’s Talking Stick


Talking sticks are part of Native American culture, particularly the tribes from the Plains (Cheyenne, Blackfoot). They are used in discussions, permitting individuals to share points of view. Each item on the stick has meaning.
This still life is evocative of the shape and form of a Native American talking stick. The reeds and leaves speak of the land, the feather of the sky, and the bubbles of the ocean. This “talking stick”, found just at the water’s edge, speaks of the place where all these elements meet, the tide line.

Nature Imitates Art


With single digit temperatures, ocean water had frozen along the upper tide line this past weekend. This small shell fragment would be insignificant along a summer tide line. Buried within the frozen and crystallized sea water, though, it transformed into a small piece of impressionist art – painterly, indistinct – drawing me into the image.
I love beautiful landscapes and still lifes, but I also love gentle, almost mysterious compositions such as this one.