Just a beach, in Southern California. Backlit waves curling in the sun.
The Pacific Ocean, looking both warm and inviting, and yet still awesomely powerful.
Foam glistening and writing in the light.
A setting as calm as a formal garden, and as wild as a jungle.
La Jolla in the distance.
There were people there, enjoying the late afternoon.
Mollie and her boyfriend Ben were there.
That cool bird was there. Is that a Lesser Egret?
The moon was there.
But mostly, the ocean was there.
And the endless rhythm of the waves.