Making Waves

One day, long ago, I sat watching the waves recede and return. I slowed way the f down. I looked, standing still, seeing once again that nature is the first artist.

This image is from Vancouver where I plan to live one day, and it may be sooner rather than later if the radical right wing and tea leaf types take over. In scary times, it's comforting to possess a solid exit plan. Vancouver. You can find me there.