I don’t travel very often, though I have been to some pretty interesting places. I’m leaving in less than an hour to go to Iceland for a week, with my daughter. She found a cheap flight and invited me to come along — who wouldn’t?  While thinking about trips, I thought about a trip my family took to the seashore, when I was young.  Sometimes the wind would blow in scores of jellyfish.

“How beautiful they are,” we said. “How lovely their purple translucence, floating in the lacy green sea!”


Except that we didn’t say that. We didn’t say that at all.  I can say it now, though, when I’m painting them.