This series of work came directly out of my work from the recurring wave.

As I look out across a rolling sea of grass, the breaking waves on the rocks or mountainous peaks of the fells.

I know that every second that I stand there the view is a constantly changing one.

I cannot count the waves, the blades of grass or the crevices in the fells.I try to keep a 'tally',but I lose count.

I can only marvel at the splendor of it all.