Zeb Andrews:
Rocks and Sea
Zeb Andrews:
A shade of myself, bleached in salt
Zeb Andrews:
A drift
Zeb Andrews:
Old mythologies
Zeb Andrews:
A wearing away
Zeb Andrews:
Travelers along a gone coast
Zeb Andrews:
Ocean horizon
Zeb Andrews:
An ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
Zeb Andrews:
The push and pull of water
Zeb Andrews:
Bleached by the light of a familiar ocean
Zeb Andrews:
Chasm
Zeb Andrews:
Much ground still to cover
Zeb Andrews:
Pacific tempestuousness
Zeb Andrews:
A certain spirit, or at least a sense thereof
Zeb Andrews:
Crumbs
Zeb Andrews:
Tempest
Zeb Andrews:
Depoe Bay
Zeb Andrews:
Just me, by the sea, listening to the Pacific sing
Zeb Andrews:
From the depths of the talent pool
Zeb Andrews:
All the lives within that bowl of blue
Zeb Andrews:
Submariner
Zeb Andrews:
The correspondence of sea and sky
Zeb Andrews:
No matter how you hide... I'll find you if I'm wanting to
Zeb Andrews:
Cannon Beach
Zeb Andrews:
Looking for the end of light
Zeb Andrews:
The weight of being
Zeb Andrews:
So, turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun
Zeb Andrews:
God moving over the face of the waters
Zeb Andrews:
Geography of time
Zeb Andrews:
The Pacific theater
