A new world

Change, the constant.

Awe

The sea is the colour of mud. The clouds near the horizon are an aqua blue. The mind refuses to, maybe cannot, make sense of it all. A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. The clouds move towards the setting sun across the sea. The rumble of thunder is not far behind, a reminder

Forgotten arts

Paint. Even as the world burns, paint.

The man who watches

The scene is becoming of a modern age saint and yet, I know he is not one. He chooses to be a man who watches.