Just walk and shoot.

After yesterday, I knew I needed to keep the momentum going keep the flow of walking before my brain decided it was over it. I was still riding the high from the day before, and honestly, I wanted more. A beach walk felt like the perfect way to end the week before the usual weekend chaos kicked in.

I packed up the car, dropped the kids off, and headed straight for the beach. This time, there were no nerves, no anxiety—just a quiet excitement. I could actually feel myself just walking and shooting without overthinking everything.

But when I pulled up at the beach, all that confidence disappeared. Suddenly, I didn’t even want to get out of the car. The dread crept in quick, and for a second, I thought about just driving home. Instead, I made a call—I left the film camera in the car and took only my Nikon Z6iii.

Once I started walking, it all fell into place. I walked and walked, for over an hour, not rushing, just observing. I noticed how much more aware I was of everything—how the tide pulled at the sand, how people watched me, how many happy dogs came over for a pat. It felt good. For the first time, I could really see that this project is starting to work. I'm not just ticking boxes; I’m actually being present out there