I often think the world is trying to talk to us. Sometimes the wind will coerce clouds into some cursive cue. Other times it is a nest of twigs twisted into a complex cuneiform. Things, I think, are always watching us. If we slow down just a little we might witness the mimesis: spelling letters, sounding syllables, in an endearing attempt communicate. SYLLABARY is a captured effort. Here the sea casts a spell on the reflection of a yacht’s mast. Watch it lash out, curl, scowl and coil in retreat while trying to spell something with an ‘s’.