“study, Steeled Waters”   ” The seasons are rapidly changing. Days wear shorter, as clouds race along with running winds over shifting waters.   Summer turquoises and olives have blended into colder waters of steely prussian gray. A parched white log sits   nestled amongst ancient volcanic rocks of iron, thrown up like an old […]

 ” Backside Swells “   ” The hiker is treated to the crystalline clarity and creamy froth of rolling swells.   Perhaps a whale or passing flock of seabirds will be spotted. ”   —Paul Niemiec Jr.  

“August Moon” ” Flute music drifts elegantly through the evening air. Illuminated on the rocks, we dance to the moonlight and count our blessings. ” – Paul Niemiec Jr.  

“Windows To The Harbor”   ” Windows of history to this little fishing village.   Witnesses to the comings and goings of generations of island families and seafaring travelers.   Milk glass in cedar, mirrors steeped in golden sunsets and veils of fog, winter storms and   sparkling waves, roaring surf and sea smoke. ” […]

 “Offshore Islands”   ” Looking toward the mainland coast from high above the island’s shoreline gives one a sense of endless vistas, shifting weather and sea-changes. Rising surf and the gnarled remnant of past storms warn of the approaching hurricane. ”   —Paul Niemiec Jr.  

 “Sea Jewels”   “Wet sparkles, like precious jewels cast upon the seas,   Dancing to the sun and tides.   Seawater reflections of simple truths,   Flowing over a crystalline shellbed.”   — Paul Niemiec Jr.  

 “Morning’s Bell”   ” A distant ship’s bell signals the unfurling of peach-colored sails.   The morning shimmers under skies of  lapis and golden rose, bathed by the   distant song of a bell buoy. ”   — Paul Niemiec Jr.  

 “Storm Shore”   ” These island houses…..how well they embrace the pounding summer and winter storms while   anchored to their rocky ledges ”   —Paul Niemiec Jr.  

 “Zephyr”   ” Gentle morning breezes ruffle the waters.   The seining nets are out, and work is at hand. ”   —Paul Niemiec Jr.  

 “Strewn About”   ” Bleached in reflected cobalt skies.   Parched of salty winds.   Ruins of seasons passed, strewn about.   Domicile of the scavenger and pimpernel. ”   —Paul Niemiec Jr.