This photograph of the beach, I love to go to, reminds me of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's short story, "The Handsomest Drowned Man." The way the picture is depicted, almost shows as if something or someone was dragged, maybe someone handsome? I don't know. Relative in other of his short stories though, the beach is a very fascinating aspect of life and death as well. It contains this aura that connects all kinds of life forms, it's a place of beginnings, yet a place of endings too.