I never tire of photographing the ocean. Just like each visit to the beach is different, each wave has its own unique form and texture. From one frame to the next, you will not necessarily feel the brute power of the ocean but you will sense its patience and potential energy. Relentless, wave after wave turns stone into the finest grains of sand. One Sunday in August, for the past dozen years, I get out of my tent, tripod and camera in hand and click away for a half hour before sunrise. I sit on that same cliff, year after year, appreciating the fact that I am observing a master artist who had been at work for millions of years, the mighty Pacific Ocean.
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