The weather has been very clear the past couple of days so me and my dad took the car and drove down to the beach to get a proper look. As I stepped out of the car I filled my lungs with the lovely smell of seaweed. Growing up so close to the ocean I’ve grown to love the very distinctive smell of it. By the time we arrived it was around -5 degrees and the snow made a wonderful crunching sound as we stepped on it.
Dad swapped between capturing the scene on his analog camera from 1958 and using his binoculars for birdwatching.