Waves (aka Coastal Calm 2). Let them wash away your troubles, let them give you peace.
With the coming of night, the day's tension slips away over the horizon...
The Sweep Of The Sea
It feels good. It feels really, really good to be here.
Desert Island Blues
Can we find our special place together?
There's a reason this place is simply called Long Beach
Where Are You Now?
A lonely pool sits untended except by a spangle of sun.
Steam from recent waves rises in the morning's sun-ray from above
Mouth of the Beast
Can you hear the beast sigh as the sun sets, as the tide turns, as the wind winds down?
The wave is black - presaging the coming of the grey mist - while the sun rests above, oblivious.
The sedentary but sentient stones eat what they can before the tide takes the meal beyond their reach.
The midnight fog gathers offshore, as the sun offers a last goodbye.
The late afternoon breeze breathes warm life into cold waves.
Where do you go? Where have you come from? Where is your mother? Your father? Where are you now?
Cold, Crisp, Creamy Wave
On this day, the fog lifted but once or twice only, and always stayed close, like an unwelcome guest at a wedding.
Smooth seams of water chase each other gently over the sand.
The shining waves capture your delight like a breath of love to a torn heart.
There's no other place quite like it.
Nothing but the water.