Cowan Cowan Wreck
The gentle rolling swell relentlessly rocks back and forth, lapping the shore in a ceaseless rhythm, rushing in and out and through the rusted ruins of a former ocean vessel. Now left to lie upon the golden sands, open to the elements, washing away with time itself, being reclaimed by the very sea it once sat proudly upon.
Gathering on the horizon steel blue clouds hang low and heavy over the ocean, pregnant with the expected rains, cooling the tropical paradise even before they unleash their weighty gift of life to the sandy Island home. Moody, self reflecting weather, calming, anticipating, waiting for Mother Nature to arrive.