I had a favorite place - the bank of the river flowing into the sea. I took a few shots there (I shot very little during this trip). It was an entertaining experience. I walked back and forth for several hours a day, watching how the water level and the landscape changed depending on it and on the position of the sun. Sometimes I rearranged some of the items that I found on the shore: snags, stones, garbage. I especially liked the rusty cart. For a couple of days, I dragged it back and forth along the shore, looking for the perfect place. In this place, it was possible to observe strong ebbs and flows. At first, I wanted to take a self-portrait, where I would be flooded along with the cart. But in one of the tides, I almost drowned my camera. The photo in the water did not live up to my expectations. After spitting on it, I changed my strategy and took a shot at low tide.