Even after EIGHTEEN years here...I still get homesick. I'm originally from the Canadian Prairies and when those blues hit, I need to find the flattest place I can.
Don't get me wrong, I love the mountains I live in BUT sometimes I need a horizon where I can watch the sun set. So the closest option I have is the coast.
It transports me home even though the waves are water and not fields of wheat. Hey!...beggars can't be choosers, right?
After tripping the shutter, I just stood there, watching the sun slowly sink, feeling the last rays of light, listening to the quiet crash of the waves on the beach and thinking of home...