Few people were on the beach. The time for the sea-bathing has not come. And I was walking the edge of water alone. The only sound I could hear was the roar of waves.
The waves broke on the shore and retreated again and again. It repeated and was insatiable. And the pattern was designed on the sand when the wave retreated. Every wave made a unique pattern. Treasure every encounter, for it will never recur.
February 10, 2015
CANON EOS 1V
EF85MM F1.2L II USM