A cold evening in May found me on the bluffs overlooking the Bandon Beach strand. The sea stacks stand testament to what must have been quite a headland that projected out to sea, but time and weather have isolated them from the mainland, safe havens for the thousands of terns, gulls and comorants that nest there. The cacophany of cries gathers with the progression of the evening roost, rising and falling between the waves washing in from the Pacific. There's so many places in Bandon to find images that it's tough to stay still in one spot; a good sunset makes you want to wander to find angles and perspectives on the bluffs and the beach. But I hadn't been here in 2 or 3 years, and this night I was content to just drink in the beauty of the broad view, and hope for details in sunsets to come.