Time passagees

I could have taken photographs of the waves all day. When we arrived at Kiawah the waves were gentle, arriving one at a time, caressing the shore. Our last day at Kiawah, it rained, but the ocean was even more placid. It seemed almost lake-like. When we arrived at Oak Island the waves were brisker and the ocean more active, but the waves came one or two at a time. By week's end the waves were coming in groups of threes and twos, from left and right, and the ocean was choppy, and the wind more than brisk.
I could do a Monet thing with waves. Painting a whole series of them. Constable painted a whole series of clouds.