Sketches in the Wind

The last couple of weeks have brought a lot of wind and high surf. We've had a couple two-day blows that stack the waves up in pretty impressive fashion. Surprisingly it hasn't resulted in any big lumber deposits on the beach. Sometimes these blows wash enough wood ashore that you could refloat the Spanish Armada, but these storms have been unusually sterile. So not only have I been denied any new materials to work with, but they keep washing my sketches away. I would lodge a complaint with the proper authorities for these breaches of etiquette, but there aren't any proper authorities, so I work on in silence...but it is a prickly silence. Isn't "prickly" a great word? I applaud its inventer.