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.