One Last Post about the Ocean before getting back to Work on the Kiln

A bit o' wind across the Gulf of Mexico wrinkles the surface
as a another fishing boat makes its way out to the deep sea.

Depending on when and where you are on the ocean, it can look like crinkled aluminum foil, molten glass, craggy mountains and a host of other things. Monday morning, it was glass smooth, and as my brother, Rob, steered the boat toward our next fishing location, I sat on the seat in front of the center console, kicked my feet up and relaxed, taking in the panoramic horizon. The water was so clear, we could see large jellyfish as we drove by them; then the white spray from the boat obliterated our view of them. We caught a lot of fish, but they were too small to keep.

"That's why they call it fishing," my brother says, "not catching."

We got home about an hour ago. Switching gears.... time to get to work on that kiln.