Pacific Coast

The rock stands just offshore pointing toward the sunrise. A series of coves, caves and hidden natural bridges entertain the tide – a tiny cove beach holds a slender terrace of sand between jutting fingers of rock. The organic body of the land itself, plunging and disappearing into the reaches of water. Each day’s coloring and weather are unique. The cliffs reflect every change. Grasses ring the tops of the bluffs, softening the geological roughness of the place. The rock is the future of the cliffs, whose slow crumble can be heard from the top, shards of weathered mineral dropping with the sound of broken glass on pavement. Tides, seasons, weather, time of day – all transform the view into a shimmer of differences. Vigorous and fragile, the land stands fast even as it imperceptibly gives way to robust forces. Surfacing just off-shore, the rocky pyramid brings its own curious and jagged history to each day. Acting as a faceted reflective surface, it measures and refracts the depth of the light, the pinks, golds, slate greys, murky indigos, always changing and eluding a single moment, a single description.