Brittany

  Every morning it would rain and the small boats would be stranded in the sand, deserted by the evening tide. The rain would not last long, and the day would invariably be wonderfully warm and sunny. Later in the day the tide would wash in and the boats would ride higher and higher.

  I started out fairly tentatively, taken more by the movement and color of the water and the pier. Here's looking to the pier jutting out into the bay.