I took this at dawn. A stormy dawn. Which sounds like a porn name.
This is on the Jersey Shore somewhere during the (thankfully) brief season – 2011-2012 – when mania ran the show and I was sleeping 3-4 hours a night and for whatever reason I felt more comfortable in ratty rundown motels than my own home so I’d wander restlessly up and down the Jersey Shore – off-season – looking for one that was open. Then I would walk the beach until the sun came up and then go back to my chilly dank motel room, flop on the bed, and watch reality TV *for hours*. It turned off the brain! Soooo refreshing. I mean … it was my way of coping with a disease I didn’t even know I had, and I suppose there are worse ways of coping. This situation is why so many of my pictures are dawn/sunrise pictures. If I got up at a normal hour the whole day darkened with a sense of doom. Melodramatic lurid language is the only language that comes close to the truth (thank you David Foster Wallace for giving me that observation).
The world reveals itself in whole new ways at dawn. And so maybe dawn could reveal MY life in whole new (better) ways.
I’m much better now. At least I got some good pictures out of it.
