Nature’s paparazzi caught in action.

The tide was low, leaving behind shallow pools that mirrored the sky’s muted tones. Two figures stood ahead of me, cameras in hand, their focus fixed on capturing the intricate patterns of this rocky canvas. I watched as they navigated the uneven terrain with care, their movements deliberate but unhurried. The lichen-covered boulders seemed almost alive under the diffused light—like ancient creatures frozen mid-motion. A breeze carried the faint scent of salt and seaweed, mingling with the soft murmur of waves. The scene felt oddly theatrical, as if nature had staged it for an audience that rarely looked closely.