Leadership

One cool, still, early morning I found myself driving through Fox Point on the Aspotogan Peninsula along the shore of Saint Margaret’s Bay. The light was grey, the water steely, and alongside the Government Wharf a row of fishing boats were strung out in an orderly row as if heading out of port without anyone aboard. Each with it’s own personality, bound by purpose, bound by the line tethered to their gunwales, bound to get where they were going. What propels, who leads and who follows?

18”x36” Acrylic on Canvas

2017