MOBY-DICK, page 070

Title: Going forward and glancing over the weather bow, I perceived that the ship swinging to her anchor with the flood-tide, was now obliquely pointing towards the open ocean. The prospect was unlimited, but exceedingly monotonous and forbidding; not the slightest variety that I could see.

7.75 x 11 inches
ink on found paper
November 10, 2009