Indian Beach, that is. The weather turned out better than I expected, and it continued to improve as time passed.
But it's been pretty wet lately, and the driftwood is still wet and, uh, well slicker than I've ever experienced it before. Slick enough that when I stepped on one log to get over another, my right foot went sailing off out of my control and I landed on my ribs ON the second log.
That really, really hurt! Still does. It's the same patch of ribs that I bashed against some outcroppings on Mt. Hood a few years ago, so many of the sensations are distressingly familiar.
Well, I don't think I'd faint if I sneezed this time around. Groan a lot, yeah, but I don't think I'd black out.
Slowed, but not stopped, I continued to shoot through the late afternoon.
Top photo is infrared via R72 filter, ISO 100, 60 seconds @f/8. The surfer photos were experiments for me, using modes I usually don't and post-work that I often don't. All just for fun.