The Beach

I will never not want to photograph the beach. It's as alive as the characters perched on top of it. I love it all--the public beaches, in urban areas, where throngs of strangers carrying coolers and umbrellas bump up against each other to claim their patch of ocean-front property. They may be crammed in ass to elbow, but somehow everyone fits. And, then there are the private beaches, which although so spacious can somehow only accommodate so few. 

As the sun sets, the story changes. In the absence of human activity, the beach provides a different stage...a dream, a wasteland, a memory. 

I will never not want to photograph the beach. It's as alive as the characters perched on top of it. I love it all--the public beaches, in urban areas, where throngs of strangers carrying coolers and umbrellas bump up against each other to claim their patch of ocean-front property. They may be crammed in ass to elbow, but somehow everyone fits. And, then there are the private beaches, which although so spacious can somehow only accommodate so few. 

As the sun sets, the story changes. In the absence of human activity, the beach provides a different stage...a dream, a wasteland, a memory. 

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