Whytecliff Park: Cold Hands, Golden Light
I made it out to Whytecliff Park just before sunset — that sweet, golden sliver of time where everything looks like it was made to be photographed. The sky was glowing, the ocean was doing that silvery-blue shimmer thing, and I was out there trying to make the most of it… while also lowkey freezing and keeping one eye on the time because I didn’t really want to pay for parking. Priorities.