The sun dipped below the horizon, just as the monthly spring tide revealed Brighton's hidden sandy beach. Sunsets often initially disappoint, as was the case, but within 15 minutes, an afterglow enveloped Brighton beach in hues of purple-magenta. I had come down to photograph the starling murmurations, but struggled once again to capture anything fresh and exciting. Perhaps I've done all I can for now. I miss photographing people. Sometimes one's most creative work is accomplished after a prolonged break.