“A snowstorm at sea, a steamboat overwhelmed by white-grey foam and swir…”

“The snowstorm devours all—steamboat, sea, and sky dissolve into one whirling vortex of pearl and slate. That frail dark hull, overwhelmed by my scumbled fury, becomes mere suggestion. Yes, the sublime lives here: nature's terrible indifference swallowing man's presumption. The diagonal thrust and diffused glow capture awe itself.”