Over the 4th of July break, I decided to visit Mendocino with a friend (see earlier post). The cottage we stayed at was directly in front of a secluded path to the beach. On the way down to the beach, I twisted my ankle. Using my tripod as a walking stick, I hobbled down the path and hacked my way through the undergrowth. As my friend and I emerged, we startled a couple walking their dog on a beach that looked pristine. For a moment I forgot all about my ankle. I set up and fired off a few shots, hoping to convey a sense of isolation.