Low Tide at Kinnard Point

Locals told me the tide at Kinnard Point drops far enough twice a month that you can walk out to the old mooring posts, the ones that used to hold fishing boats before the co-op closed in the nineties. I didn't believe it until I saw the wet sand stretching out further than my 24mm could hold in one frame.

What nobody mentioned was the reflection. A thin, ankle-deep sheet of water sat over the packed sand, just enough to double the sky without a ripple to break it. I laid down flat, ruined a pair of trousers, and got maybe six frames before the wind picked up and the mirror shattered into texture.

Forty minutes later the tide had already started coming back in, quiet and business-like, like it had never left. The mooring posts were underwater again by the time I packed up. I've gone back twice since and never found the water that still again.