I like those pictures. I live by a small hidden coven by the sea in the middle of the capital region in Iceland. Park on the other side with only trees and an old cemetery, no traffic, no noise. Those photos remind me of when I have to take time off and think; Walk down to the shore, sit on a stone, and listen to the waves wash ashore. No big waves, just the breath of the ocean. Then the sea becomes more abstract, detached from nature, and attached to my mind. It's an excellent way to think, look and listen to the small waves. Those pictures remind me of those moments of mine.