At the end of BC 101 the road runs into the chuck. Standing looking at the gathering clouds, the wind patterns move across the water. The fleet of boats are safe behind me and the harbour barriers, and one lone fishing boat 16902 is tethered and waiting in front of me. It seems far too calm for what is moving slowly above its raised outriggers in their crosstrees. The sky and sea are alive. There is darkness and colour. I am riveted in place by the majesty of what surrounds me in this fleeting moment.

Pigment ink on cotton paper