In most every walk there are frames of wonder. Pausing at each, can turn a short stroll into an extensive adventure. But just one close examination, embeds a memory of a walk along the Central Oregon Coast with a mentor and long-time friend. Reveling in this little patch of the world.

Intricate designs of moss laid ever so delicately across an old log, placed gently on conglomerate rocks, positioned perfectly on a shore floor of rippled sand. The ubiquitous waves ebb and flow over the sculpture, sometimes soaking the whole picture, other times creating an illusion of floating. A small school of fish comes up to examine for a moment, finds safety in the negative space, and darts away to the next frame. As do I.