A blowy day on the coastal dunes west of Liverpool. The Marram grass which takes up most of the picture and which is so common on these sandy expanses has a very distinct visual quality, particularly in the wind. The light seems to bounce off it endlessly. As I stood and watched, figures came and went. I raised the camera to my eye, hoping for some sort of visual balance between the patterns of the grass and the movement of the people to emerge. You have to be quick because it is there and gone in an instant. (It can become uncomfortable too, standing there with your arm raised and squinting through the viewfinder.) The scene here emptied and filled up once or twice but eventually this moment emerged.