
A LOVE FOR THE PACIFIC
Dusk falls soft on the Pacific as she wades chest-deep in the swell, a single pink rose held to her lips. Salt beads on her skin, hair slick from the break, while a slow set rolls in behind—foam tracing rings around her shoulders. It’s quiet and unrushed: the girl, the rose, and the breathing ocean in a private moment of coastal romance. No staging. Just raw water, soft light, and that untamed pull to be exactly here.