Along Kona's west coast, ancient (and not-so-ancient) volcanic flows have created decks of frozen lava pockmarked with tunnels, tide pools, and the occasion open well. Where the sea, sky, and shore converge, good things happen.
We spent three months in Kona during the Covid-19 pandemic, and each evening I would be out on the rocks, working the scene to capture images like this. Normally, as a traveling photographer, I skip too quickly across the land, like a stone skipping across water. When we have the luxury of time and can take a more calculated approach, learning all the nuances of the light and the land over weeks and months, images like this are the result of a deliberate process rather than simple blind luck.