A little fun fact about me is that I hate going to the beach in the summer. I won't go near the cold water, sand gets on everything, and the sun quickly drains all my energy. However, give me a beach in the winter-time, and I'm happy as a clam. I love how vacant beaches are in cold weather. Nobody is around. All you hear is the soothing sound of beach waves... and even with the friggid wind, it's beautiful, and calming, and all yours. And I know that Graham, who loves throwing rocks into the ocean, will always be up for going to the beach with me. So as the sun was setting (and after a way-too-involved discussion about the fact that sandals are't appropriate when it's below 40° out), I took my favorite lens (the 85mm f/1.4G, of course) and my favorite boy for a little beach adventure. A lot of rock throwing, some running, digging, and way too much seagull-chasing, was the result. We were cold and tired by the end, but so so happy to have made it out.