Island Tides
When the tide is high,
the walk around is short.
When the tide is low
the walk around is naught
for the way to go
to other isles is sought.
poem © 2014 Bruce McMillan
not for reuse without permission
Island House in the Far North
where I've been fortunate to live solo again this summer, Magnúsarbúð on Búðey Island in Breiðafjörður in Bjarneyjar, Iceland
on July 15, 2014, sketched on July 17, 2014
7" x 5", Winsor & Newton watercolors, #3 graphite, on 140 lb.
Fabriano Artistico cold press fine grain 100% cotton watercolor paper
NFS
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