This is the kind of place where photography becomes less about hunting and more about listening, and you feel it the moment you step onto the rock. The surface is slick, uneven, reflective in small unpredictable patches, forcing you to slow your stance, and that physical hesitation feeds directly into how you see. The light is flat, overcast, almost blank, but not empty — it’s soft enough to erase harsh edges and pull everything into the same quiet tone, which means composition suddenly matters more than light itself.