Lots of wind made for lots of foam. The rock looks like a stalwart island in a roiling sea. It was about 20 feet out from the sand. I like the patterns and the extremes of light and dark and the interplay of negative and positive space. Scale ambiguous again — are we getting tired of that?
Ha! I recognize those smooth rocks, that one on the left is one I almost picked up last time. Maybe next time. The big rock reminded me of a tug, temporarily aground, waiting for the tide to pick up up again.