plying the waters

They come and they go, in fair weather and foul, they bike and they play, they drink and they dance and on Sundays go away. The tides come in and wipe their prints until they come again. On Friday.
The Season is almost open. And then they will stay.


Kate Knapp Artist Blog said...

calm waters....nice composition

Anonymous said...

Except for the bikes, I thought you were talking about mice.