The persistent waves become my friend. They do not take a break.
A constant reminder of their presence so that you don’t feel alone.
Releases mist and salt, rusting all metal inside the seaside home
At the crack of dawn
Brown pelicans fly low, just above the waves
I’m far, far, far away from Chicago. This New Year’s Eve it’s me and the sea. I cannot do a seaside sunrise justice in watercolors. This flatland Illinoian is out of her element. But it matters not for when I look at that sketch… years from now I’ll smell the salt of the sea.
As an artist, the palette of house colors along the coast brings me joy.
When I arrived it was sunset. The power of the Atlantic vibrated through my skin as I stood on the cold wet sand. I immediately started praising the Lord. His works are glorious.
He is the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them – He remains faithful forever.
May God bless you and your family in 2022.