Just a smudge separates sea from the sky. Each morning, I face the changing nature of the cove often prompting me to document through the truth of a lens. The cove never remains the same, but is modified by the pull of the tide, the hue of the sky or the direction of the wind. However, it is the horizon or lack thereof that is intriguing and draws me to stop, stare and ponder. Some mornings, I squint through the gray matching sea to sky unable to discern the existence of a horizon. I know that it is there. Why the curiosity? Days that this line is distinct and thick like the mark of a fat primary crayon, I still stare, awestruck.