On Yesterday's image.

I put it there for fun. Maybe I should not comment on it... but I love it all so much... may I?

For me, I love the calmness of the water. The aloneness of the situation. Big sky. Big water. Big air. Little man. Little hammer. Little boards. And he is free. Free to lay his boards however he chooses. He does it alone. So impossible to measure the value of his work by the likelihood of his reaching land, we wonder.

The greys tell the story, uncharmed by color.