The sky chokes with invading smoke from forest fires in British Columbia. I stand on the edge of a lake, a mosaic of Aegean glass and find not relief, but something more primal, the swelling call of water. There is a depth to the water that is reminiscent of a painting abstract and soulful. Within the hazed stinging eyes I find myself longing to throw paint in turquoise and green and call from within a mountain lake lost to time.
