The past two months have been unbearable for me. It
seems that every day ends before it can actually
begin. I went down to the beach on a spur of the
moment trip by myself hoping that I would actually
find something, or at least figure something out.
From my house to the beach is a three hour trip and it
gave me a lot of time to think. Things have changed,
what seemed so right now feels wrong, and while I want
to go forward, I always end up traveling backwards. I
left at noon armed with only my camera and the
slightest idea of what I wanted to accomplish. I
would return late and go to bed at 5:00 am the next
morning. Here’s what I saw along the way (in no
particular order).