Taming The Surf
Twenty mile an hour winds kicked up a swell, pummelling the shore on an incoming tide. My bare legs were getting sand blasted, which gave me concern for my camera.
When the sea reaches the gap, then the only way back is to climb over the rocks. So, I knew my time was limited, but the waves rolling in here were worth a short delay. It took a few goes to capture the trails of the surf ebbing and flowing over the beach.
It was bracing.
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