We have several favourite places within an hour’s drive of home. Eaglehawk Neck is one of them. Rugged coastline. Ocean beach.
Previously, when we’ve looked out at this view, we’ve counted the waves, trying to anticipate which one will put on a show.
On Saturday, we inadvertently arrived at high tide. Every wave crashed against the cliffs and rocks below, then rebounded to collide with the next incoming swell.
We were mesmerised. By the sound, the energy, the rhythm, the force of nature.
At the nearby blowhole, the ocean swirled around like a washing machine, the sound of crashing water a constant thunder.
I’m linking this to Claudette’s weekly series, the “emotion behind the photo”.