When anyone seriously pursues an art -- painting, poetry, sculpture, composing -- over twenty or thirty years, the sustained discipline carries the artist down to the country of grief; and that descent, resisted so long, proves invigorating . . . . As I've gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.
(Robert Bly)
"Whatcom" is the Nooksack word for "noisy waters."
This photo was taken in Whatcom Falls Park in Bellingham, Washington.
