To contrast the previous few colorful images, I decided to post this high-contrast BW picture captured in Ireland. The coast you see in the distance is the Cliffs of Moher. I didn't realize how practically difficult it is to capture these sorts of shots. In order to capture the creamy effect of the waves, of course you have to leave the shutter open for several seconds; but with 5-10' waves ferociously crashing into the rocks, it is very difficult to find a photogenic yet safe vantage point. So my first strategy was trial and error: basically get in there and hope that the size of the waves stay consistent long enough for me to capture my image. But that didn't work. Third wave: shoes and socks wet, dangling remote release drenched in salt-water. Ok. Plan B. From my surfing trip last year, I remembered how we used to count the waves. Since, according to Darwinian principles, nature is somewhat predictible, we discovered that the waves tend to move on predetermined cycles. Similar to the Fibonacci number sequence (constructed by adding the first two numbers to arrive at the third.... i.e. 1,2,3,5,8,13...), we discovered that while the first 4 waves are somewhat reserved, the following 5 are the 'build-ups', while the 10th is usually the most powerful wave. Yes! It worked! After successfully counting the waves from a safe distance, I had discovered the wave sequence. I had unlocked nature's most inner secrets! The art of wave counting! I was ecstatic! I ran back in there, set up the tripod, quickly snapped a few pictures...but lo and behold, my theory sank with the next wave, along with my cold and already wet feet. My linear theory hadn't taken into consideration the oceanic tidal forces of the moon acting on earth. Bloody hell. Let's leave this to the professionals. I'm sticking to my landscapes.