The Pacific Ocean is roaring behind me with the Carmel Lagoon at my feet. Off in the distance I see a road I’ve never been on. My camera is resting on driftwood in the sand while I hold three leashed rescue dogs with one hand. I set the self-timer and gently touch the shutter with my free hand. The dogs know the beeping sound–they stay still but my mind doesn’t. It’s a measured poetic moment in the early hours of the Third of July.