The Anatomy of a Breaking Wave

If you'll be so kind to let me indulge my ego, I imagine some of you have been wondering where I've been the past few weeks. The answer depends on the day, but it ranges from the rocky Atlantic beaches of Cape May, to the less picturesque, sixth floor of a K Street office building where I bask under the glow of fluorescent lighting, and most recently, a veritable smorgasbord of airports, airplanes and taxi cabs.

So when I decided to put up a post about one of my recent adventures, I thought I ought to go with the beaches of Cape May...after all, you all have your own, exciting cubicle jungles to explore.

One of my favorite beach side past-times is to plant myself in the sand with my feet resting where the waves advance the furthest and then recede. Much to my family's annoyance the majority of our vacation photos are close-up shots of my feet, sand and water. I can't help myself, there is simply no more relaxing visual on this planet then the path of a breaking wave.

Here is a series of photos I snapped of a wave breaking on Sunset Beach, famous for the quartz pebbles also known as "Cape May Diamonds" that wash up on shore.