He stands at the edge of the land and looks out over the water. The old staircase is still there, it was there when he first moved to the coast and it would be there long after he was gone. They had once lead directly from the guest house down to water and he had stood there many mornings as he waited for the others to begin to stir. The wooden guest house had been destroyed in a storm, but the stairs, the stairs were still there.
I went for a long walk down the beach and came across a large concrete staircase that extended down into the sand and the water at high tide. It was tilted at such a crazy angle and it didn’t really lead anywhere, just up on to some rocks on the beach. I found the thing very compelling and spent quite a while working to get the best image of it. I really liked the way that the railings draw you into the picture and pull you down towards the the horizon and the dramatic sky. The B&W treatment emphasizes the form and the lines of the image.