Sixty years after more than 34,000 American soldiers landed on Omaha Beach, a lone beachcomber searches its sands for treasures. Given the context of what once happened on this beach, this image takes on new meaning. I was trying to say that this beach, which was one of the great battlefields of World War II, is now a place for solitude and pleasure – both very real human values. These values stand in stark contrast to what happened here sixty years before. Scale incongruity plays a big role in this picture as well – a tiny red figure played against the sweep of sand and sea and the cliffs that once took so many lives.