Saturday afternoon we ventured towards Lobster Cove but veered off on a side road and visited the Alison Hill Gallery. She was having an end of season sale and a conversation in one of the shops we stopped at sent us off in this direction. Her landscapes and portraits of island folk packed her gallery. I'm intrigued by miniatures and that's what I was searching out. If one had caught my fancy, I was in the buying mood. I would think that most of the portraits covering her walls were commissioned pieces, for who would really want a picture in their home of someone with no real connection to their life. I certainly wouldn't. As we were leaving, the wooden sculpture caught my eye against the blue sky, spotted with wispy clouds. People's faces: so unique, so special, so individualistic. So many pass our way each day in the hustle and bustle of our daily living. Ever seen a face you truly can't forget? I bet you have. Too bad you can't seen mine. It's a secret still.