Trearddur Bay, Anglesey

This one felt alive. The wind was strong, the swell was rising, and every wave seemed bigger than the last. I found a spot where the surf hit the rocks just as the late sun lit their edge — and waited.

What I caught was a single burst of sea and light, caught at the moment of impact. You could hear it before you saw it: a low rumble, then the sharp crack as spray hit stone. It was loud, but not angry. More like nature clearing its throat.

This one isn’t quiet, but it’s full of energy — and I like that contrast.