I was standing by the ocean – the big blue one on the left – when I looked down at my feet and saw some stones.
“What the hell,” I said, and “what the hell,” I replied.
I bent down and picked one up – a stone about yay big with a well-rounded perstoneality.
I got the camera ready and lobbed the little rock way up high in the air, pausing for a pregnant moment to contemplate how many years and how many tides, and how many storms it had taken for the poor little bugger to make it to the beach in the first place and irrationally wondering if it would be mad at me for putting it back in the water.
Just as the rock came down I pressed the shutter and started clicking, and this is one of the results. This moment, frozen in time, is when the rock made it back to the ocean for the first time in perhaps twenty or thirty years. I had the telephoto zoom lens on the Nikon at the time. I like how clear the picture is, and how everything is just frozen there, locked in space and time.
I hope you enjoy.