Dare To Dance The Tide

I follow the tides closely; I like to know when hidden sandbars will be exposed and when waves will be breaking against the rocks. Somehow I made low tide at sunset sound rather magical to my parents, so they decided I ought to drive them down to the river in my car. It ended up being to my benefit though as I put my father to work getting the sort of far-away photographs I can't take with my self-timer but always want. As much as this is a personal style blog I do prefer those pictures of diminutive figures being consumed by nature. It is hard to compose a shot and then relinquish control by having someone else execute it; I know my father gets tired of me checking his shots between takes and then directing him all over again...