While beachcombing in downeast Maine, this was looking down into a tidepool stream as the morning sun caused shadows off of the ripples.
Among blues and grays, the sun hid more than sought the ocean, that day. Though when it did touch the wildness of the waves, it was soft in its highlights. I slowed the shutter and added a filter – maybe .6 density – it took a few shots, but got the ocean to look as it truly did – with the energetic and determined strokes of a painting.
This was on Saturday at Misquamicut Beach in Westerly Rhode Island. Beaches in the winter are great for the dramatic skies and lack of people! The sky was ribbed, like this, only for about 30 minutes – before washing out as it all bled together towards sundown.