All beaches captivate, but they do so for different reasons and in different ways. Some seduce with the color of sand. Others are notable for their scimitar-like shapes or surging waves that swallow whole coastlines at high tide. Still others serve as historical witnesses to both hope and death.
San Francisco’s Ocean Beach would seem to offer none of these distinctions. But no matter where I travel or how many sandy shores I stroll, Ocean Beach keeps calling me back. There’s something about its gray moods, snarling winds, and shape-shifting sand that teases and pleases my senses. We are all nature, it reminds us, nothing more and nothing less. And what we see at Ocean Beach, if we pause to open our third eye, can be both picture perfect and timeless. Here are some of my views on this never-ending visual feast.