I used to have this ritual...
Every night I would go to one of a handful of locations and take photos of the sunset. Needless to say, I have an awful lot of photos of the same place with different sunsets. I had a handful of locations that I would go for sunrises too, but let's be honest, that was no where near every day. I don't have that level of commitment.
This location is Brick Hill in Crisfield, Maryland. At least that's what I've always called it. A road leading to this beach is called Brick Kiln Road, so maybe I've just been pronouncing it incorrectly my entire life? So I started correcting myself when writing it, embarrassed that this little area I thought I knew so well had a completely different name. And then a local historian wrote to me about the area and called it Brick Hill... I just don't know what to think anymore. All I know is that a few years ago they cleaned this place up, added new sand, put in the world's tiniest palm tree and dubbed it Wellington Beach, and I'm certainly not calling it that. Not after all Brick Hill and I have been through.