One evening many years ago, the light was perfect as my artist husband and I set out on a photo adventure. I drove into the Sea Ranch entrance and down around the bluffs, where we discovered a path. After running along the bluffs with our cameras, in and out of cypress forests and through blackberry bushes, the path opened into a beautiful cove, drenched in the last hour of golden sun. Because of the many recent storms, there was, in the protection of the cove, a wondrous accumulation of driftwood, knocking back and forth like an orchestra of wood percussion instruments as the waves flowed in and out. We climbed down onto the beach and took hundreds of photos. As each wave came and went, the wood was completely rearranged. I have painted this scene several times over the years. - JC