This photo was an accident. Taken, apparently, while putting my phone-camera back in my pocket after shooting some lovely Sunday morning scenes of sailboats on the bay. But I liked the lines & angle of this accident and realized of course the metaphor of art, how what we sit down to create often turns out very differently than what we originally had in mind. Same with this blog, began last September with the idea that I would do it for a year and then stop. I also had ideas for various features, some of which I've gotten to, some of which I haven't. But here we are a year later and according to my 'mission statement' it's time to stop. Come to an end. But I'm not done. Not done floating. Reflecting. Noticing. Expressing. Not done totally digging life afloat. So I think I'll amend my original idea and just keep going. It amazes me how much living on the water has to show and teach, how much the people who live in the community have to offer, how utterly under the influence I am with this way of life. And how much the reflections - of light, of color, of life itself continue to guide me and lead to new discoveries of myself, of people around me, of the currents and tides and the life that thrives unseen, but so close, just below the surface. Like a good story, it changes once you are into it. That's why the original title of a story often doesn't fit when you're done. In this case, my title still works, but the length, focus, and direction have changed. Like me. A work -often a play - in progress!