
We watched the waves break, the surf rush up the beach and retreat.


We watched the waves break, the surf rush up the beach and retreat.


Walking home on a wintery afternoon we came to West Pier in a dusky light and stopped to see the starlings gather for their daily murmuration.



We have hardly ever seen waves of any size here. On this day, at the end of May, the wind was whipping them up.



We walked North on Ocean Beach, passing the new administration’s revamped Department of Education:



Shooting on a tripod, I set the shutter speed to 1/8 second which blurs the motion of the surf.