Washed Away

I never tire of El Matador. The rock formations, the way the light hits the rocks and casts a warm blanket of light over the beach. How the tide can come in at a moments notice and make me walk on egg shells - having clients climb on rocks and running from the waves, giving me those elusive candid smiles.

I’m always at peace when I arrive for an evening of work by the ocean - this is by some chance, luck, fate - my office <3