On The Beach...

Long Beach Island, New Jersey.

I've been going to this beach since I can remember going to beaches. This is the place where my father caught a three-foot sand shark on his first fishing trip EVER. I was about 7, and the event started me on the path to a lifelong infatuation with sharks. It's also the beach where I got lost as a child, taking refuge with a nice woman who was kind enough to share her Kool-Aid with me until my parents found me. That was when I was about 5.

My grandparents had bought their house on the island around that time, and my Mom has inherited it now. With life being the way it is, I'm lucky if I can make it there for a weekend or two during the summer. This weekend was that lucky weekend.

I spent so much time this weekend on the beach at E. 33rd Street. Besides spending the days swimming, jumping waves, and walking around putting Pentax to good use, I also walked back to the beach both nights around midnight. I sat on a bench, listening to nothing but the wind, the waves, and my thoughts. I also, for the sake of literalism, walked around one evening listening to Neil Young's 1974 album "On The
Beach." Here's some snaps from the weekend...

Think I'll get outta town...


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On The Beach

The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away
The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away
All my pictures are falling from the wall where I placed them yesterday
The world is turning, I hope it don't turn away

I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day

I went to the radio interview, but I ended alone at the microphone
I went to the radio interview, but I ended alone at the microphone
Now I'm living out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach
I went to the radio interview, but I ended alone at the microphone

Get outta town, think I'll get outta town
Get outta town, think I'll get outta town
Head for the sticks with my bus and friends, I follow the road, no I don't know where it ends
Get outta town, think I'll get outta town

'Cause the world is turning, I don't wanna see it turn away...





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