Wash, Rinse, Repeat
The simplicity of this sunrise forced me to focus on other senses besides vision. Usually, when watching sunrise from a beach, the second-most salient sense would be hearing. When you are on the beach without all the crowds, you hear so many noises you usually can’t. The main one which comes to mind is the tossing and turning of the shells in the waves. It’s hard to describe, but most of you probably know what I’m talking about. Well on this morning, as I searched my senses, I noticed that even that noise was barely audible. The waves were so gentle, and spread out over such a long flat beach, that the shells weren’t moving much. Instead, the thin layer of water would create small wakes over the shells. And these aren’t large shells entrenched deeply in the sand — many of these are small coquina clams! It was mesmerizing to watch the water patterns over the small shells repeat themselves over and over, reversing direction as the waves came in and out.
I keep looking at this. It feels quiet. The texture in the water around the clams or rocks is very appealing. You didn't overdo the saturation. About the only thing I don't like is the proportions of the crop, but that's my idiosyncracy.