Roche Harbor is a hidden little pocket on San Juan Island, with impeccably preserved turn-of-the-century buildings, picturesque lime kiln ruins, a pristine saltwater inlet, and wharf buildings that hearken back to some (perhaps slightly revisionist) halcyon era gone by. Yet I had to force myself to even look at those things, let alone sketch them—because I would have been perfectly content to spend all day staring down at my feet.
Ghost domes 
Forgotten canyon 
Summer of Solitude 
I love floors, cobblestones, pavements. But I find it eerie to see my surname in these cobblestones. At all. Much less repeated. Clues?
Wow, you’re right, Marialena! That name jumped out at me, too, but because it’s shared by a Canadian painter I’ve always admired, and it seemed to fit that I was also painting. (The painter in question was from nearby Victoria, BC, so maybe the bricks were made by a family company? More clues!)
Emily Carr? People delighted in educating me about her when I lived on the opposite Canadian coast years ago. Lovely work. Clues everywhere… And they fit different mysteries for each discoverer.
I was so happy when moss grew between the pavers in our parking court. I see this paving has moss, too. Nice.