Tides

The tide comes in, the tide goes out. An endless rhythm. The sky changes constantly. Front follows front. The wet sands reflect the sky. The winds move the clouds, the sea moves, always changing, ever the same yet never the same.

I have painted from this spot many times, and it is always different, and always challenging. And it is always fun.



15136. "Tides". Oil on panel. 8x10 in.

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