I watch the sea and the continuous movement of its currents; the ebb and flow, the constantly changing sandbar and shoreline. I have gazed at rhythmic patterned traces of tiny living creatures as much as shifting cloud formations above the horizon.
I remember flying over huge distances of heat-shimmering Gulf Country and the outback of North Australia. The dusty red days seemed at odds with the clarity of the brilliant starlit nights. The immense country involved made me feel almost irrelevant. I had the sensation of being a fleeting presence in a land of infinite continuity.
