No moment at the ocean is ever the same; the changing shapes of the waves and tides are elusive, yet each second contains an eternity of visual delight, and maybe even the sense that it expresses a consummate life force. In its repeated rise and fall, there is a hypnotist's combination of activity and serenity. I try to catch a few of those moments to comfort myself in the desert for all the ones I missed! Now when it rains here, I think some distant wave has given its glory to a cloud...
