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  • Waves crash and spray against a wall of snow and ice built up along the shore of Lake Ontario in Oswego, New York.
    Homecoming
  • Waves crash against a towering mountain of snow and ice built up along the shore of Lake Ontario in Oswego, New York.
    Hotel Waterbury
  • Surf pours down a hole in the shelf of volcanic rock at Cape Perpetua known as “Thor’s Well” while in the background the next wave rolls in. Getting to this vantage point requires good timing and steady nerves, as approaching the Well at higher tides is more or less a suicide mission, and even at lower tides rogue waves can pose a real danger. On the last morning that I camped in the area, the low tide coincided with sunrise, and I lucked out with some beautiful light. Watching the waves crash and then spill down while standing only a few feet away was an exhilarating and memorable experience.
    Go Ask Alice
  • Waves crash in a chasm in the volcanic rock at Cape Perpetua, Oregon, on a beautiful spring evening. When the waves crash just right, a plume of spray gets shot up through a hole in the rock, as seen in the top center of this photo, and is affectionately known as "spouting horn".
    Sound the Horn
  • An iceberg emerges through mysterious fog as waves crash on the rugged coast of Quirpon Island, Newfoundland. The icebergs that can be found floating the icy waters  around Newfoundland are 10,000 - 20,000 years old, and have spent 4-6 years drifting down after calving off the glaciers of Greenland.
    Out of the Mist
  • Centuries of pounding waves and storms have carved a cave, fittingly known as The Grotto, into the rocky coast of Georgian Bay. Scrambling down the lakeside cliff to access the cave is like entering another world. Green algae and lichens adorn the walls and roof of the dolomite cave, and an underwater tunnel allows light from the sun to penetrate the cave and make the aquamarine water eerily glow. Bruce Peninsula National Park, Ontario.
    Searching for Ariel
  • An abstract rendition of ocean waves, created by moving my camera from side to side during the exposure. Kalaloch Beach, Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Sea Dreams
  • Waves crash and spray in a rocky chasm at Pfeiffer Beach. Big Sur, California.
    Power
  • Crashing waves spray skyward at Cape Perpetua, Oregon, on a beautiful April evening.
    Boom
  • Waves cascade over boulders along the rugged coast of Georgian Bay. Bruce Peninsula National Park, Ontario.
    Summer Squall
  • Waves and pebbles mingle on the rocky coast of Acadia National Park. Years and years of such interactions result in the rounded shape of the granite cobbles seen here. Acadia national Park, Maine.
    Smoothed By Time
  • Waves crash through the keyhole arch at Pfeiffer Beach after sunset. Big Sur, California.
    Persistence
  • A lone sea lion calls out to his companions, as waves crash on the black volcanic rocks of the Oregon Coast. Cape Perpetua, Oregon.
    Calling Out
  • Waves crash and spray along the rugged Maine coast just as the sun begins to crest the horizon and signal the start of a new day.
    Perfect Timing
  • Receding waves, caught by pebbles on Kalaloch Beach, streak back towards the sea during a beautiful winter sunrise. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Return to Me
  • Low-angled sunrise light accentuates ripples in the sand as waves crash in the distance. Cape Cod National Seashore, Massachusetts.
    The Ocean Called
  • A wave crashes against volcanic rock at Cape Perpetua and sprays skyward at sunset.
    Reach For The Sky
  • A beautiful sunrise glow bathes a rugged cobble beach in warm, soft light. Watching the sun slowly creep above the horizon while listening to the cobblestones clink with each incoming wave was the perfect way to begin the new day. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Alone With Your Thoughts
  • A wave crashes and sprays on the beach where beautiful volcanic rock protrudes above the sand. Saona Island, Dominican Republic.
    Hideaway
  • Bergy bits float along the rugged shore of Quirpon Island, Newfoundland, as the Quirpon Island Lighthouse stands guard in the background.
    Guardian
  • A fantastic winter sunrise lights up the sky above the rugged, beautiful and snowy Maine coast. While the vast majority of people visit Maine's coastal regions in the summer months, winter is a truly magical time to visit, as the throngs of summer tourists are gone and one can often experience and appreciate the uniqueness of the Maine coast in total solitude.
    Snow & Solitude
  • A beautiful and colorful sunrise on the rugged coast was the perfect start to a perfect day in Maine's Acadia National Park.
    Perfect Start
  • A halo forms around the sun shortly after sunrise, along the rugged coast of the Schoodic Peninsula. This type of halo is formed by sunlight passing through ice crystals in cirrus clouds in the Earth's atmosphere. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Bullseye
  • A beautiful winter sunset along the dramatic coast at Rialto Beach. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Fireworks
  • Dawn broke cold and clear on this beautiful winter morning on a sandy beach in Cape Cod.
    Deserted Dunes
  • The Nubble Lighthouse in Maine is one of New England's most beautiful coastal attractions any time of year, but it becomes truly magical each winter when the lighthouse gets lit up with Christmas lights. I especially loved how the reflection of the lights in the sea became more prevalent as the sky grew darker.
    Christmas on the Coast
  • When I close my eyes and daydream of past adventures, this is what I see - a beautiful sunset, wilderness all around, and an endless vista that beckons me to keep exploring. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Daydreams of my Youth
  • Is there anything more New England than a Christmas tree made out of lobster traps and buoys? "Trees" of different sizes and arrangements can be found in coastal towns throughout New England during the Christmas season, and the tree pictured here comes with the added bonus of having the Nubble Lighthouse, dressed in its own Christmas lights, as a backdrop.
    'Tis the Season
  • Dusk at Giant's Causeway in Northern Ireland.
    Dusk at the Causeway
  • The Nubble Lighthouse in Maine is one of New England's most beautiful coastal attractions any time of year, but it becomes truly magical each winter when the lighthouse gets lit up with Christmas lights.
    Christmas Island
  • Periwinkles and kelp adorn a boulder along the rugged coast as an incredible sunrise emphatically marks the dawn of a new day. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Life In Between
  • Years of erosion by the sea carved arches into the rock along the coast at The Arches Provincial Park, Newfoundland.
    Evil Eyes
  • Watching a beautiful sunrise from the surf at Bavaro Beach. Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.
    Rejuvenation
  • A fantastic winter sunrise lights up the sky above the rugged, beautiful and snowy Maine coast. While the vast majority of people visit Maine's coastal regions in the summer months, winter is a truly magical time to visit, as the throngs of summer tourists are gone and one can often experience and appreciate the uniqueness of the Maine coast in total solitude.
    Winter's Way
  • Beautiful sunrise light strikes an upright boulder and the distant cliffs along the Atlantic Ocean in Maine's Acadia National Park.
    Rise Up
  • A hiker pauses on a granite headland on the Schoodic Peninsula to marvel at the power of the ocean. Acadia National Park, Maine.
    Call of the Sea
  • Sunset light illuminates sea stacks and weathered rocks on the beach in Washington's Olympic National Park.
    A Moment in the Sun
  • A clifftop view looking down towards the turquoise waters of Georgian Bay and the mouth of a cave known as The Grotto that has been carved into the dolomite shore. Bruce Peninsula National Park, Ontario.
    Mysterious Waters
  • Receding waves rush back out to sea at Ruby Beach, as a lone sea stack looks towards the pastel twilight sky. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Sunken Wizard
  • A collection of colorful pebbles, rounded over time by the action of waves, that I found one morning while exploring the coast near my backcountry campsite. Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Pebble Treasure
  • Waves lap at the purple sand of Pfeiffer Beach on a beautiful June evening. The unique purple sand found at Pfeiffer Beach comes from manganese garnet found in the hills above the beach, which gets washed down to the beach below. Big Sur, California.
    Getaway
  • The motion of rushing waves seems to mimic the curve of the clouds, during a phenomenal sunset along a deserted stretch of coastline in Olympic National Park, Washington.
    Sunset Swirl
  • For one reason or another, it’s just hard to crawl out of bed on some mornings. Or, in the case of the morning this photo was taken, a sleeping bag. It was a damp and chilly dawn on the Washington coast, and I was still feeling weak from a bad stomach bug I’d suffered through the previous week. The thought of rolling over and burrowing deeper into my sleeping bag seemed heavenly, but I knew that I hadn’t traveled here to sleep. I can’t recall when it first happened, but on mornings like this throughout my travels, where the pull of the warmth and comfort of my tent seemed to be stronger than my desire to get out for sunrise, I had begun to recite a mantra of sorts in my head: “if you don’t go, you won’t know.” Maybe the sunrise would be a dud, but if I didn’t get out there to see for myself, I would never know what possibilities I might miss out on. So on this morning, I extracted myself from my cocoon of warmth and comfort, slipped into wet boots and dirty clothes, and struck out for the beach. On summer weekends, Shi Shi Beach can often be lined with hundreds of tents, but on this soggy November morning, the only creatures I shared the beach with were seagulls looking for breakfast. As I wandered about in the dim light of dawn, I could see a faint glow building in the sky to the east, over the forested slopes of the OIympic Peninsula. As the glow intensified, I settled on a composition, and all of a sudden the sky erupted into possibly the most vivid and colorful sunrise that I’ve ever seen. After the show was over, I wandered up and down the beach, admiring the patterns in the sand, the piles of driftwood, and the ceaseless sound of waves heaving against the shore. Eventually I made my way back to my tent, where I joyfully slipped back into my sleeping bag, fully at peace with what I now knew, after I had gone.
    If You Don't Go, You Won't Know