Wherever I had stepped into, whatever doorway I had stumbled through, I found within an intertidal garden, secret, wild, and serene. I scrambled on top of a tall boulder and sat and looked. For the next half hour I watched the light slip golden over the peaks and turn them a dusty purple. One by one my thoughts and worries disappeared with the light over the edge of the horizon and this place, this garden became a turning point for my summer. Photographer: Tim Rains