The sea before me is a tapestry of ice, moss, a mixture of the forest, the remnants of the large trunks of trees that hug the seascape. It’s a combination of the rocks that rumble below its floor, the reflection of the cloudless sky. The rocks that line the sea perimeter are slate like a chalkboard, and of a rainy Vancouver sky scape. Driftwood debris sway in and out of the waves, rolling forward and backward, seeking the solace and steadiness of the rockscape. Container ships line the horizon, sturdy on the sea, rusty from years of salty wear. A contrast of dry rust against the cold, wetness of the sea. The tar like seal popping it’s head out of the water, bobs along the sea waves, a small like pupil framed in the backdrop of the icey, mossy, cloudless sky.