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From time to time ... I bring this Buddha statue with me to whatever beach I happen to be visiting (in fact, it rests in the trunk of my car). This particular visit to Drake's Beach at the Point Reyes National Seashore in Marin County, California (on a beautiful, cloudy late afternoon - about an hour or so before sunset), I found a handful of compositions that my statue seemed to fit with perfectly. The surf was crashing with more than a touch of the dramatic -- for me, the perfect conditions for the kind of photos that I like to create. I have tried a number of compositions with this particular curve of rocks (which spends a good part of the year under the sand), but none were to my exact liking. I placed the statue down, hoping to capture the water swirling in between the rocks and around the statue, and my plan was granted by the fickle fancies of chance; however, chance also dealt a card that I was not quite expecting. One of those waves swept in and claimed my statue, sucking it into the tides and down between that opening between the rocks that you can see, an opening that was surprisingly deeper than it might look here. Additionally, because of the effect of the long exposure, you can't see how truly insistent the waves were. They rolled and retreated with a repetitive and forceful rhythm that yielded little opportunity to get in for a good look. The water and sand swirled as if in a heated argument, so much so that I could not make out where the statue was. I stood on the edge of the curve of the right rock, hoping to find it, but it soon became obvious that I had lost my statue to the sea. I walked away, not sure how to feel. Losing the statue to the tides seemed rather Zen ... but I could not shrug off the tingle of disappointment. Not wishing to lose the light, I continued with some other compositions elsewhere on the beach, but I kept thinking about the statue, wondering if I had lost it simply because I refused to get soaking wet. After about a half hour of hemming and hawing, I decided to return and sacrifice my dry warmth, now willing, if necessary to wade out into the water and see if I could retrieve the statue. I once again walked along the right curve and, rather suddenly and wonderfully, saw the head of the statue poking out of the water a few feet away from me-- in an area of water that was not very deep. I stepped in-- about two feet deep-- and scooped up my statue-- and then returned to finding more compositions for my beloved Buddha statue.

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