Going for a walk the night after Sandy hit, the beach at Little Peconic Bay had changed. Instead of erosion, it added quite an amount more of sand. It felt like a new dune section was in creation over night.

It was a challenge not having a tripod. Holding my breath each time and bracing myself in the 20 something mph winds with 2 to 10 second exposures, trying to photograph our transient existence versus Natures evolving permanence.