I am lucky to live by the sea.

I often, on a day like yesterday, sketch or make studies of my view. After a week of rain we were lucky with warm sun and the water was as still as glass.

I did this study with an imagined figure coming along the shore in black.

Here was the view, calm sea, blue sky.

A goose placidly broke the surface otherwise it was smooth as a looking glass.

I did another study (sans imagined figure) in watercolour and pencil.

And living on the sea, one is accostmed to the view changing with the weather which, on the sea in New England, has only to wait a few minutes or a day to get a new picture. Yesterday, the large boulders stuck in the harbour looked like this:

You could see for miles. Today, it has been been fog bound and grey.

I do love days like this, however. The view of our neighbours across the harbour just dissapears. One minute there houses sit plain as a picture:

Then the next, the very same view, is as if God or some mighty hand has wiped the page and smeared the background to blurry soft taupes and greys.

And on a day like today, one feels completely cut off in a magical dream world. The fog horns echo out across the water and the gulls and beach birds sound come as if spectral noises, no bodies attached.

Yes, I am lucky to live by the sea and to sketch and make studies. I could draw, and have drawn, the same spot hundreds of times because, as you see, it is never the same place twice.

I hope your day, wheter clear and cloudy, has some moments to sketch or read or just sit and listen to the sound of nothing and revel in it.

If you appreciate my work please feel free to upvote, resteem, and by all means comment.

---

• Instagram
• Facebook
• Shop