On the dock last week I noticed the way that reflections were distorted by the ripples on the water. I brought my camera out to see what would come of capturing just a small frame of the scene. Clouds and sky weren't separated anymore but turned into what seemed like impressionist brush strokes. Part of what I appreciate about being an artist is the continuous searching in a scene for anything, big or small, still or dynamic, that can be viewed as it's own expression of colors and textures.
