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All is quiet, just the sibilant "slup, slup, slup" of the water against the boat as we hang on the anchor. Nearby, the wet exhale of a seal and I turn to see his head slip below the surface. The air thickens with the incoming fog and I feel the cool moisture softening the edges around me.
We will have no grand sunset tonight. Just the gentle departure of the sun behind the cloud blanket.
Nina Simone "Who Knows Where the Time Goes?"
5 comments:
this is..sublime
I like the subtleness in this painting. I usually think of fog as graying everything down, but this is a "cheery" fog.
Great, soft values. Just got back from 3 weeks in AK! Another wonderful trip.
Thanks, Jan.
Sonya: I think you're right -- cheery fog sounds less threatening as I tried a different take on the fog bank. With radar, fog isn't a huge threat while boating, but I still don't like it.
Pam: so glad you had another wonderful time in Sitka and surrounds! Did you see fog there, too?
Another lovely painting. You really capture the feeling sun and sky over the water when feeling the mist or moisture on the face, the fragrance of sea water by the bay ( or ON the bay)and the sounds of the surf.
As if looking through the several layers of atmosphere.
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