The Red Boat

A cold morning at Edmonds Beach.
Wind moving softly across an almost empty shore. The kind of quiet that only appears once in a while.

This piece began with the memory of a slow day from our college years — walking without destination, holding a warm cup of hot chocolate, letting the mind rest. No urgency, no thoughts, just the sound of water and air.

The red boat sits in the distance like an anchor point — something steady among shifting light and sky. A small focus in an otherwise open landscape.

The Red Boat became the first image that shaped this entire collection — a study of stillness, solitude, and the quiet moments that stay with us long after they pass.