it happens every time…..that is, every time i go to the beach to relax …after two weeks or so of t-shirts and barefeet and jealously watching pelicans magic flight as they skim the faces of the waves, i always make the "decision" to "give it all up" and move to the beach….
after all, my best memories of childhood are growing up at the beach memories….. and the salt smell and waving seagrass and the mesmerizing pounding of the waves breaking on the sand all become so hypnotic that i have to force myself to remember anything else or even think about anything else…
and to make the decision even more solid, i have both of my sons who travel the world making films, living at the beach with seemingly little inconvenience and a terrific lifestyle….and there is another whole cast of "characters" down here who seem to have managed to carve out a permanent beach vacation…..
why shouldn’t i too live a beach life???….become a "beach bum"….well, maybe not a real beach bum…..but a working beach bum….after all, i do have ideas for shooting at the beach and it is not too hard to imagine a beach based workshop…..i mean, can’t we all discuss photography sitting in the sand around a campfire in the late "hot light" and with blue crabs steaming in the pot???
i mean, do i really "have" to live in new york with all of its seductive energy ?? would i quickly become bored with the beach??
well, i will give it some more thought…..today i have the perfect travel companion to work my way away from the beach vacation…i will fly with my mother back to her home in durango, colorado…..my mother likes the beach ok, but she is a hard core "mountain person"….she will give me good advice….she always does….
by wednesday i will be back in new york…by the following wednesday i will be jammed into a too crowded too loud disco club in seoul, korea photographing korean youth culture….and i will most likely be enjoying every minute of it….totally into it……wrapped up in a culture that is not mine……temporarily mesmerized by the pounding beat of the techno sound system, just as i was by the waves breaking on the beach…..surely the beach will not be on my mind at all….
are all of us just flat out schizophrenic??? all of us jump from one world into another….all the time…it is the nature of what we do….all of you , whether art photographers or photojournalists, become "transported" from one set of spacial and psycho relationships into another with the quick stamp of a boarding pass…..is this healthy for us ?? more importantly, will i ever become a beach bum???







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