Green Water; Rising Tide

I'm Reminded of Scottish Cattle

A herd of sea palms.

In Memoriam

Hey Dad, will it really be ten years?

Mask: In Blue -- sculpture mix; cobalt carbonate oxide.

Passages: A Door into Sorrow

THE DOOR

When she came suddenly in

It seemed the door could never close again,

Nor even did she close it--she, she--

The room lay open to a visiting sea

Which no door could restrain.

Yet when at last she smiled, tilting her head

To take her leave of me,

Where she had smiled, instead

There was a dark door closing endlessly,

The waves receded.

--Robert Graves