There’s nothing like the ocean. When I’m away I miss it. Up in the mountains the air seems thin.
I yearn for the moist salty air, the taste of the salt on my lips on a windy day, and the texture of my handful of sand.
Have you ever noticed that the texture of the sand is different on every beach?
I like the sound of the waves; sometimes crashing big slow waves, sometimes small fast waves, sometimes so calm you can barely hear the waves.
Whenever I am at the beach or on a boat I feel like I am in the exact right place.
After our journey along the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia I was anxious to get back to the coast. When it came time to rise for sunrise at Folly Beach in South Carolina, the excitement filled me. The drive to the beach was fast that early in the day and I arrived about 30 minutes before twilight, leaving plenty of time to wander down the beach, slowly finding my perfect spot – which was somewhat unnecessary since I scouted out the location the day before. Unnecessary but necessary at the same time.
There’s something special about having to use a flashlight to see your camera settings. Or that satisfying feeling you get when you can do it without the flashlight because your fingers already know where all the buttons and dials are.