I love to sit and watch the ebbing fog engulfing the trees briefly before releasing them to the wind again and again. The pieces of drift wood scattered along the beach sculpted by time and ocean change the tides flow shaping the sand around it. This is a place of peace where time is lost on a simple stroll and one can camp without seeing another soul. This is Nissen bight.
April 9, 2016
20mm · f/18.0 · 30s · ISO 50