At the Beach House, a refuge while I look for a new abode.
I'm getting a lot of help searching, from my dear family, and meanwhile, it's the Light that captures my attention. Making fires, staying warm, watching the wind, seeing what winter is like on the Bay.
This is what the calm bay normally looks like:
But not the other day!
I've never seen the bay here with whitecaps, let alone crashing waves.
I've done a few paintings, and they are for sale, with the understanding that I probably won't be shipping them for a good month or so, giving me time to get settled somewhere.
Thanks for looking.