Flip flops, shorts, and a camera in hand—that’s my kind of day. No jacket needed, just warm breezes and the glow of sunset. The Peter Iredale sits patiently as the sky lights up behind it, while a hundred fellow wanderers pause to take it all in. There’s something magical about capturing these moments, surrounded by the sound of waves and the warmth of the evening.
Flip flops, shorts, and a camera in hand—that’s my kind of day. No jacket needed, just warm breezes and the glow of sunset. The Peter Iredale sits patiently as the sky lights up behind it, while a hundred fellow wanderers pause to take it all in. There’s something magical about capturing these moments, surrounded by the sound of waves and the warmth of the evening.