At first this standing with the sea is about the grey that shifts continuously in rolling spring storms. It is about a tide that seems to neither want to come in or go out. However, the weather didn't hold long enough to complete the plein air painting and didn't break for a couple of days. The next painting morning offers up the promised sun. I am standing before a grey-scale roughed in work with a heavy heart, squinting into the sky blues. Yes, I definitely will miss him. I look across the Strait of Georgia which seems to widen with every glance. I put up the sunshade and finish the painting.