I'm not sure what I find so endlessly fascinating about the way waves interact with a rickety old pier.
But I do. Just look at it. You have to believe when it was built, the pier was as straight as an arrow - perfectly perpendicular to the beach.
Now - it meanders out into the surf, constantly shifted by the power of the Atlantic Ocean.
But it still stands there - defiantly, foolishly, stubbornly.