A year passed and Nan and I returned for our time at the shore. The interior photography turned more intimate and less representational. But the big thing that happened was that I moved my focus outside, to the small beaches and coves and harbors and tide pools all named after people or functions long past where rocks and seaweed and shells and barnacles sit waiting to be discovered and memorialized as I did and as you can find in the other portfolios on this site: Rocks; Low Tide; Ollie’s Puddle; After the Storm.