USA. Cape Cod, Massachusetts. January 1, 2021. Largely sequestered on Cape Cod these past nine months, I’ve been wandering my childhood beaches with a panoramic camera, following the subtle movements of wind and water, time and tide. Called Waves, it’s a collaborative project with my wife and creative partner, the poet and photographer Rebecca Norris Webb. On New Year’s Day before dawn, I left Rebecca at her writing desk as I revisited one of my favorite ocean haunts, Cahoon’s Hollow Beach. I was particularly drawn to the warm glow of first light reflecting in the swirling, ever-shifting waters at low tide. When I returned, Rebecca shared these words she’d written: “How does hope shine its red buoy to guide us without its wick inside, loss?”