Humans experience time as a series of continuous moments, all strung together. One moment feeds the next and we don’t notice where one ends and the other begins. What makes a photograph special is that it captures a single, unobserved moment before it disappears forever.
This photograph was taken at Galveston Beach. It was April 20, 2013, late in the day. My first trip to Galveston and the first time to the shore after a very long absence. The day was filled with motion: sea gulls hovering over the water and swooping down to catch a small fish; waves rushing to the shore, only to recede and re-form; families splashing in the cool Gulf waters, or simply strolling along the sandy beach in search of sea shells. In the snap of a camera, this moment came and went. This moment was unique, and this photo is the only remnant that it ever existed.