Depths
This past weekend, I went on a photography spree around campus with a couple friends, and our first stop was Wreck Beach, a clothing-optional beach just a short walk from my dorm. While we didn’t experience it “fully,” when I neared the bottom of the 500-stair trail, I was struck by the smell of the sea. I was nearly moved to tears. I’d realized I hadn’t been to the ocean in quite a while, and I was overcome with a strange powerful emotion.
It brought me back to a day at a beach/park in Washington, when I was there with …