A woman stands in the sea with a phone in her hand. The dog has already decided the scene is over.

There is something useful about beaches when they stop pretending to be peaceful. The water keeps moving, the light chews through everything, and people perform small acts of seriousness in their swimwear. Here, the phone enters the sea like a tiny office that refused to drown. The black dog cuts across the foreground, impatient and correct.

Nobody is posing properly. Good.

More Coast frames here.