Right outside Cannon Beach, Oregon is Ecola State Park. It was here that I first fell in love with the Pacific Northwest many years ago. As a child I was enchanted by the larger than life boulders proudly jutting forth from the waters edge. My second visit did not disappoint.
We arrived at Indian Beach close to sundown, known to many photographers as the Golden Hour. Dusk along the Oregon coast is magical. The power of the ocean is palpable as stubborn rocks push back against her repeated attacks, creating loud bursts of froth. But despite this violence there is a sense of calm. Perhaps it is the knowledge that this back and forth has been repeating for years before I set foot on this sand.