There’s something about the ocean.
Maybe it’s because I spent my childhood summers beside it, listening to the waves breaking on the rocks, watching the tide roll in, looking in tidepools and exploring the rocky shores and sandy beaches. It draws me back.
I live in the mountains. The sea is, at best, a day’s drive from here. This sea is on the remote south coast of the Kii Peninsula, a rugged, rocky shore where low mountains meet the Pacific. We camped between the shore and the hills, and all night we listened to the waves on the rocks.
There’s something about photographing the ocean.
Maybe it’s because of the way it moves: no two photographs will look the same. At dusk, the light changes so rapidly, too. Dark comes rapidly in through the blue air. Everything is magically transformed: waves are smoothed out to white around sharp rocks. The horizon fades into the sky: blue meets blue.