This was a thirty second exposure with my lens wide open, with the sun down below the horizon and lit by a waxing moon. My shutter was open for a long enough time that the pounding Pacific turned soft and feather-like in the foreground.
I hiked back to my car along the Coast Trail by light of the moon and stars. In the dark, I passed elk and deer, got close enough to an owl to feel it fluttering, and watched the green glow of coyote eyes as they tracked my passage. Nine miles later, foot weary but exalted: late night drive to a sleeping home.