I use to have a fear of people. It came from the early years of my life. Even though my parents had money; they could provide a roof over our head and drove beautiful cars, inside our house, it was not safe. From the earliest years of my life that I can remember, which is two years old, I was always alone and always afraid. I was in the dark a lot.
All of that’s changed now. I’m not two anymore and I can take care of myself. I’m not scared of life or people. It took some work but that’s OK. To put it simplistically, ART was my healer.
Photography is art. It’s about light. It brings me out into the light. And it brings me around people. I remember when I took the photo above. It was one of my first, working for Que Magazine.
Some people don’t like the camera. It scares them and it shows in the photo. If people only knew how beautiful and valuable they are, they wouldn’t hide, they would pose, they would laugh and they would smile and jump and dance.
Art and People~A Winning Combination
I see~people~beautiful.
Fish Eye Farm 
As a youth in the summers of 66, 67, 68 the days were continuously pretty water. Nice and clear where you could see your feet. The walk to the water was a long way. Then a slew, then more sand then a long sand bar, then waves. If there was a storm, a north easter the water would get grey. I’m not ninety, I’m sixty. The water was nothing like it is now. The beach does not even resemble the beach of the past. It was NEVER the color that it is now. NEVER-that brown poop color is a new thing. Murky and grey is one thing. Poop brown is another. Of course, the ocean gets stirred and changes. The dredging, Kings Bay, I’m sure they are all factors. I know many people that were here back then. I’ll ask them what they think and write another post about it. Thank you Chef Maynard.You keep me on my toes.
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