A Walk at the Bluffs

I practically grew up on this beach, Roque Bluffs.

It holds so many memories across so many years and so many lives.

This was taken on Sunday, Nov. 4, 2012. The sky was quite dramatic over the hour I was there, the waves of clouds more active than the smooth sea they covered.

I love how the water whispers over the sand but rasps over the rocks. And how the waves seemingly come out of nowhere, only appearing just a flash before breaking.

And then, as I walked back to the east, the clouds broke in the west to a glorious burst of color before the sun dipped below the horizon.