Port Renfrew, Vancouver Island, where the fog rises before your eyes. In the summer between the tenth and eleventh grade, my family decided that Vancouver Island would be lovely to visit. I agreed; I would have a chance to photograph what I never have before. Although it was summer, the temperature was significantly lower, with the sun straying close to the clouds. I remember the open sea, in all its unrestrained glory, the way it nipped at me as I strayed near the edge of the cliffs, I did that often. The sounds were amplified, the seals barks echoing through the crisp, morning air and the waves zealously slamming against the rocks. The great magnitude of water sweeping up, and slamming against the algae hooded earth. I felt water droplets