The foliage on the trees flutters in the air like fleeting birds as waves crash the shore. During the glassy lull in between, you can see through to the dense roots of the trees.

This image illustrates dueling forces through the merging of two visual perspectives, provoking thoughts about the illusiveness of fate.

Will the trees be washed away? or are they somehow floating on their own?

Are the trees in a line parallel to the shore? or perpendicular? Are the trees in a line at all?