Watching water

I studied water at St. Joseph Peninsula State Park last week. And light. I learned that all colors are there. Not just blue.
Here's my notebook with silk for water, maybe. But I've decided not. Yes, silk is in love with light– as water is. Cotton is not translucent. But.

All parts of the quilt have to go together. I just can't see the writing in the same piece as gathered or pleated silk. And my beach is a dune of words.

I go to bed thinking like this.