I strive to see nature through the eyes of an artist. Rather than viewing the water as endless waves of surface tension, I watch it move as one body, rumbling underfoot.

It's energy thick and viscous, pulls me back within it's depths. The water urges me to slow down, to listen.

The patterns of this Northern Michigan lake, much like a Petosky Stone, mirror endless circular rainbows. I admire the tessellating pattern in the lake, the way it is reflected in the rocks that are produced on it's shores.

I gaze not for the shoreline, or at the water with calculating eyes. Instead I watch the entire body move as a whole, revealing these subtile archetypical patterns which continually unfold, but are easily overlooked.