One day I arrived at the beach... 

to find conditions not even sea gulls were interested in braving. Though the sky was bright, wind and sand were whipping down the beach, scouring it of anything lightweight that might have been laying around.  Still, I decided to hike down to the cove, intrigued by the waves which had been whipped into a froth by the persistent wind.
 

Foam flies when a gust of wind pushes an
incoming wave from behind.

An apparent wave of whipped cream pushes its way
into the deep recesses of the cove.  Note the cove's
pocked volcanic rocks in the background.

The only gull braving the fierce winds was
forced to brace itself in this position, legs apart,
to keep from being blown down the beach.

People who have been shown this picture not knowing
where it was taken are sure they're looking at snow.

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