Artist’s statement: I captured this on an early morning in February as I sat on a weathered log on a deserted strip of beach in Juluchuca, Mexico. My husband was not yet awake and there wasn’t a soul for three miles in either direction. As the sun crested the hills behind me, it touched the curls of the Pacific Ocean, transforming them into a brilliant, metallic gold. Later that same morning, my husband and I would get caught in the riptide and almost drown.
Mitzi McMahon lives in Wisconsin, near Lake Michigan, where she writes fiction and chases the light, camera in hand. Her fiction has appeared in over two dozen publications including The Bitter Oleander, The Summerset Review, The Santa Fe Literary Review, and Hawai’i Pacific Review. This is her first published photography work. She holds a BA in Business.