Technically, my second watercolor of 2018. The sky was cloud covered—a thin layer—wherein the sun could be made out in the late afternoon. The Atlantic provided a nice reflection in response as distantly, a large freighter and tug traversed the shore opposite my perch in Rockaway Park. Namely, Sandy Hook. There was no fire of sunset, in fact it alls seemed monochromatic to me, the clouds appeared bleached as backlit by the sun and everything took on a cool blueish hue.
I enjoy the attempts to document what is there in watercolor. So many subtile, atmospheric qualities to the scene and though defused a simple narrative on a stage about eight miles distant. Regarded and ignored typically as an art subject I would think, but there is a drama there, a tone. We'll see how many more I'll be able to get done this year.