A Different Hue

  Morning. 6:37 am , and I am the waterfront's sole occupant . The cold and steady drizzle has likely frightened away most of the normally intrepid day-greeters . The water is the color of the day old puddings you used to see behind the glass in London take-away shops .

 But should the sun come into view , the water turns a different hue ...

A recent panel , from "The Deserters"  . . .                                                        

Coming Near

Like a boat approaching the sound after a long journey , on a long river ....

Lord I feel it ....

A recent panel from "The Deserters " .