The Roar of the Ocean

I grew up in San Jose, California. When I was young our family would go to Santa Cruz often and spend the day at the beach. As I got older and could drive, I loved going to the ocean early on Saturday mornings in the fall when no one was there.  I would sit and listen to the roar of the ocean, smell the salty air and pull my sweatshirt a little tighter around me. It was a good place to think. Or not think at all.

When I create abstract seascapes I often remember those mornings on the beach when, despite the loud ocean, all felt calm, quiet and peaceful.


Wishing you a peaceful day.





The Roar of the Ocean

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