At the water,
three stones.
Worn by weather, rock and wave.
Waiting.
Time has forgotten.
The gulls and the clouds remember.
Waiting.
The water washes as a mother with love and duty.
The sky and the rain pay homage.
Waiting.
The sea remembers all.
I am an artist living in Victoria, BC Canada. I am primarily a painter and I dabble in photography. My subject matter is mainly abstract that is informed by landscape and the sea along with my experiences and observations. Aesthetic appreciation is the key. Art can be found all around you, from the inside of a flower to an accidental arrangement of stones and driftwood or shadows cast on a roadway.
image on image 
June 7, 2013 at 2:49 am
Thank you, Bill, for your lovely poem. Your beautiful words enable me to experience nature even more deeply.
Best regards, Marianne
June 7, 2013 at 10:46 pm
Thanks Marianne, for your inspiring comment.
June 7, 2013 at 11:38 am
I really love this one. It is a meditation. Thank you for this.
June 7, 2013 at 10:45 pm
Thanks. I guess it is sort of a meditation, I mean someone has to speak up for those damn rocks. They just sit there like lumps, letting it all happen to them…
March 10, 2014 at 11:14 am
Ha ha! Yes ,I suppose they do…
June 8, 2013 at 1:58 am
It’s so great that you are the “voice” for those rocks, makes total sense
March 10, 2014 at 11:11 am
This is my favorite so far!
March 10, 2014 at 11:15 am
I want to add this photo to my photography album on pinterest…do you know how I can do that? I don’t see a pinterest button.