Arriving on the spot, and thanking spirit, I set up over Talia and Michael's and grave.
I begin to line in the painting. Staying open, and present, I sketch: stealing from nature, reconfigure and simplify the elements before me, and line-in the contours.
I paint in anticipation of the low light arriving in a couple of hours at sunset.
I want the view to the Pacific Ocean (that body of water which has no memory) to be the ultimate focal point.
I quiet myself and begin to sketch.
I listen to the silence.