At the confluence of the Atlantic ocean and Nauset Inlet at ebb tide on the Outer Cape, the outgoing tide stencils mountain ranges and deserts on the sand, leaving strands of sea grass and small stones scattered in its wake. Just after sunrise or in the gloaming, the sky creates mountains of its own. It is the world transforming itself into other realities, every day, again and again, each day different from the last. It is a continual and endless recreation of the world at low tide.
The ocean, off season, throws colors unlike any others onto the shore and the sky during the year. The palette is awash in grays, greens and blues, giving off a singular, sometimes melancholy feel. These images are a way for me, if not to preserve these ephemeral displays, then at least to honor them.