Yes, I have more in this series to show you of my wonderful stay by the ocean.
With the Pacific to my back I look to the east at sunrise.
The morning light casts its opalescent net onto the sea.
It is an exquisite time of colour.There is a sense that anything is possible.
And then, as the light lifts, the waves swell and come surging into shore.
Back at our casita (little house) the flowers and foliage play peek-a-boo with the pool.
The torpid heat finally caused me to lose my inhibitions and I went swimming for the first time in over 20 years... because I HAD to. And the big surprise was that I liked it!
Afternoons were so hot that I tried to move as little as possible. I began to explore a more intuitive kind of drawing and was surprised to see these old world women evolve, so obviously the unconscious result of my having just finished reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez' "Love in the Time of Cholera", an epic tale set in Colombia, spanning almost a century. It's similar landscape and ethnicities set a distinct overlay to my time in Spanish-speaking Costa Rica that made my experience of it that much richer.
As often as we went to meet the sunrise- around 5:50 a.m.,
we came back to the same beach to watch the sun set- around 5:50 in the evening.
Sometimes we had to run because it sank so quickly.
The timelessness of a great sunset. I never tire of it.