I do wonder whether the love of the ocean - as one sees it in North America - is an acquired taste, something that requires a little maturity to appreciate fully. At least it's been the case for me: the first time I saw the Pacific on the Oregon coast twenty years ago, I remember feeling all that gray, frigid, inaccessible water was gloomy. This wasn't a beach like I knew: too chilly and windy to undress and lie in the sunshine, water too threatening to jump in for a swim.
Years later, that nip in the air didn't bother me, and the salty breeze was invigorating. I didn't notice the lack of the deep Mediterranean blues and greens, either – what I now saw was the mesmerizing contrasts, and the wild, beautiful, untamable nature.
(Photos taken in & around Crescent City, Trinidad, and Bodega Bay, California)