Lumberjack
It's not everyday that you're worried that logs will get picked up by the tide and roll over you. I started this shoot by being a debris mover. What's a debris mover? It's when a person moves stuff around. In this case, I was attempting to get the sand back to a blank canvas for the coming reflections. Some of these logs were scary enough to kill me, but light enough for me to carry further up the beach in what I deemed to be a safe position. "Safe" was just an educated guess based on the location of all the other large logs. I also crossed my fingers. As sunset approached, I really started to tidy up.
After grabbing pretty much everything down to the twigs in my vicinity, it didn't hit me until I started walking back at high tide under the faint moonlight that the logs are my friends. And I'm supposed to walk all over them. I made my way from the beach to the the logs, avoiding the incoming tide. From my high perch, I faintly saw sea otters starting their nighttime routine. I didn't know if they were playing, trying to kill each other, or planning how they were going to scare me. They were jet black and it was dark out, but quite obviously cute. It was a magical scene and I took plenty of breaks to take it all in.
At some point I realized that I forgot my hat and headlamp a ways back when I decided to participate in some sort of impromptu yoga / balancing / meditation act on my own. I had taken my hat off to "feel the breeze" and my headlamp to "relieve the pressure". So I had to do the whole balancing on logs routine again. As I did, I don't think the locals thought I'd be coming back. Something lived in one of the bigger logs and decided to scare the snot out of me as it poked it's head out of a hole whack-a-mole style right in front of my next step. I immediately jumped off the makeshift boardwalk. On the dismount I had one of those gymnastic saves where I put one hand down. Not horrible but definitely a deduction. Pretty sure I know what those sea otters were up to earlier. And they succeeded.