A Storm’s Wild Beauty
Things were intense as I stood at Shore Acres State Park during a ferocious king tide event, battered by one of the most intense storms in recent memory. The night before, relentless winds roared through the trees, snapping a massive limb that crashed just feet from where I was camped—it could have been the end of me. Despite the chaos and a sleepless night, I went up to the shoreline the next day, spending hours in pounding rain and wind for the perfect moment. Finally, the ocean delivered—a towering wave exploded against the rocks, spraying skyward with immense force. In the frame, a lone figure in a red coat stood transfixed, a bold witness to nature’s raw power.
A Storm’s Wild Beauty
Things were intense as I stood at Shore Acres State Park during a ferocious king tide event, battered by one of the most intense storms in recent memory. The night before, relentless winds roared through the trees, snapping a massive limb that crashed just feet from where I was camped—it could have been the end of me. Despite the chaos and a sleepless night, I went up to the shoreline the next day, spending hours in pounding rain and wind for the perfect moment. Finally, the ocean delivered—a towering wave exploded against the rocks, spraying skyward with immense force. In the frame, a lone figure in a red coat stood transfixed, a bold witness to nature’s raw power.