Despite growing up in Florida and spending 5-6 years on/off in California, I’ve never been a big beach person. I wear my sambas when I go. I never actually went swimming in the ocean while living in California. Instead, I would walk along the shore witnessing the sunset and the moments of other people. Sometimes I’d bring a book and curl up into a rock formation as I awaited the days’ final show. In any case, I found myself missing that routine and the reward that came with it. I felt invisible and at home all at once in this collective ritual. I particularly loved whenever I could catch another individual person honoring the moment. “Ahh, they get it”.
All of this is to say, here’s a collection of photos of what I’m loosely calling “beach scenes” from over the years since I snagged my nicer camera a few years back. I hope they provide an escape.