There is nothing more moving than the ocean. Her shear size, and power, her force yet her gentle motion. Her mood can be precarious, and dangerous, then she's soothing, and can be so still. Her volume moves waves to crash fiercely on the shore, but her surface glistens golden in the first sunlight. With storms she groans and grates, then swiftly subsides in a still, sunny day. It's her movement, to and fro, always there, always alone, always good for the soul. All photos taken with Kodak film on Canon EOS 1.