The area of beach I visited yesterday evening is where the shrimpers travel to the water. Their bastardised amphibious vehicles are penned in a compound above the high water mark and there is a churned track leading out to sea. A couple of posts serve as waymarkers. The shore is gradually being colonised by marram grass, to such an extent that the area is known as 'the green beach'. Not so much a beach as salt marsh in reality. Human activity is making its mark at the same time as nature is fighting back.
Perhaps the medium is wrong for the subject. Perhaps it requires a large format camera to make large prints where details such as a runner on the tide's edge would be clearer to give a better sense of scale and emptiness. Perhaps it can't be done photographically.