A recent trip to Cape May (my whole trip consisted of extreme hustle and bustle to see the whole place in 28 hours) proved to be as magical as I expected it to be.
I feel that the photographs from there are mediocre, at best. There seems to be a funk lurking around me lately, and it has now translated into my work. The only thing I can think to do is to keep shooting. Regardless if it's not the best work I've ever done, at least I'm out pushing myself. Right?
The ocean is and forever will be my true guardian. It never ceases to amaze me.
beneath it all