As predicted, the rain came. We woke up to a howling wind and rain pelting the seafront windows. By early afternoon the sun was out again, but the wind was still going strong.
Eventually the rain stopped and the sun came out. But the wind kept blowing. In the evening there are usually lots of people out on the beach walking their dogs or just walking, but today there was hardly a soul. And the few people who were out left no traces. The wind swept the beach clean of all tracks, leaving only the seashells and sand drifts to create a pattern.
I dislike sunset pictures. They seem to appeal to our lowest esthetic instincts, corny, pure kitsch. But when I see a pastel sky and clouds rimmed in gold as the sun nears the horizon in the west, I love it. I can't resisting shooting frame after frame until the sun disappears. So as I post this one from the evening after the storm, I forgive all other sunset photographers as well.