We just returned from a family vacation that included a stop in Sequim in Washington’s Pacific Northwest. My daughter and I wandered out on Dungeness Spit, a long curved sand spit that extends out to a lighthouse in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. We didn’t hike all the way to the end–11 miles round trip–but we saw plenty of beached logs and contorted driftwood scattered along the coast. I remember being there 20 years ago attempting to hike the entire spit with my mother…climbing over so many logs, branches, sticks and rocks littering the coast was exhausting and demanded our full attention…suddenly we noticed that the tide had changed and high tide waves were rolling in…pure panic set in as we realized we were the only ones waaay out there and we had no idea if the encroaching waters would completely swallow up the spit. And us on it.
Maybe that’s why I decided to process this bright sunny afternoon shot in a rather dark brooding way.