I know, not a well staged image. Glaring light (shooting into the sun), washed out the image. But, this was a mesmerizing spot. Perhaps fifteen feet across, the water emerged from a sand dune to the left (out of sight) and moved toward a river to the right (out of sight). The resultant ongoing sculpting was, for me, fascinating.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”