I can't tell you the number of times I almost slipped and fell while rock-hopping out to this point on the Western Australian coastline. I couldn't quite tell at first if the tide was coming in or going out, so I wasn't sure if my path back to shore was going to get cut off or not. This meant that I was short on time, no matter what the situation. I didn't have a data plan on my phone or a means to check the tide times either. Even if I did, it was sunset, so I was going to be out there to shoot one way or another.
I sat by the shore and watched the shoreline for about 30 minutes before venturing out - the tide was coming in. I didn't have long!
Sugarloaf Rock is a prominent feature on the southwest coastline. I actually hadn't even been there before and was pretty amazed by the power of the surf hitting the rocks, perforating its way through the coast to the shore. Then, as it retreated back to sea, it was very calming. The sound of the crashing waves disappeared, giving way to a slow whooooooooosh sound as water moved over sand and rock. I was drawn in by the brief moments of peace amongst the chaos of the crashing waves.