It seems I can still hear the waves at night but know it is only in my mind. Nothing can capture the amazing show of power and beauty nature provides-the constant rhythmic rush to shore that has been going on forever. Still, photos will help to jog that memory and notes taken will hopefully allow new ideas to unfold. As shells and sand move where the water goes, so does paint. The process is one of surprise and discovery and I am eager to get back to it.