Bolinas is under the surf (if the surf is the bank of rolling fog) that crashes in slow motion across our mesa, and looking out and around  from there is Blue in Green. But then the tides of light and heat and shadows change the colors a little, and the fog recedes back to the water’s edge and beyond sometimes… out to a demarkation line  that seems a little ominous.

anyway, that is what I was thinking about, Here’s Blue in Green