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  • "Surface creep," a type of wind caused erosion forms patterns of craters in the sand on Island Beach State Park, New Jersey.  The winds of the Atlantic never stop blowing. At least it seems that way. The leaves of the maritime forests nestled behind the dunes are always rustling, the grasses always dancing. The craters in the sand shuffle about imperceptibly. The landscape is always changing, always shifting.
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  • You can feel out of place as a photographer. I often I do. You’re a detached participant, an observer. You’re a follower lead by whatever you find interesting. You follow the light, follow the activity. You hope to find the poetry of it all.     I followed families, fish and feathered gulls. I followed sand pipers and footprints. I followed plastic bags, the castaways of midday meals. I followed fisherman that moved, fighting the wind, the rain and the spray of splashing waves, and those who sat statuesque in their status surveying their surroundings. I followed paths and walked along fences that disappeared into dunes, man’s hand buried by time.
    IBSP-NJ-35-1-018_Final_Display.jpg
  • You can feel out of place as a photographer. I often I do. You’re a detached participant, an observer. You’re a follower lead by whatever you find interesting. You follow the light, follow the activity. You hope to find the poetry of it all.     I followed families, fish and feathered gulls. I followed sand pipers and footprints. I followed plastic bags, the castaways of midday meals. I followed fisherman that moved, fighting the wind, the rain and the spray of splashing waves, and those who sat statuesque in their status surveying their surroundings. I followed paths and walked along fences that disappeared into dunes, man’s hand buried by time.
    IBSP-NJ-35-1-016_Final_Display.jpg
  • The winds of the Atlantic never stop blowing. At least it seems that way. The leaves of the maritime forests nestled behind the dunes are always rustling, the grasses always dancing. The craters in the sand shuffle about imperceptibly. The landscape is always changing, always shifting.
    IBSP-NJ-645-BW-2-013_Final_Display.jpg