sometimes we run blindly, rushing from here to there, stuck in our own obsessions. and sometimes in running too fast, it takes a moment or two to slow us down. and sadly, we miss these moments. i love these moments. they’re real, raw, unfinished, no sugared trickles on top. raw beauty. i vote for and commend the talented eye of Marisha Camp (who slowed me down) who’s story reads of New York’s Coney Island. in her own words:
“Set along the coastline that borders the fading amusement parks of New York’s Coney Island, The Beach is, at first glance, a series of portraits of the people who flock to these shores seeking respite from crowded apartments and sweltering city streets. A colorful wonderland on a hazy summer afternoon, Coney Island is an escapist’s dreamworld as it is simultaneously gritty and urban and real. All but forgotten by those who can afford to vacation elsewhere, the landscape and character of this beach are threatened by development and ignored in debates about blight and eminent domain. But stop by any Saturday in August. This is no graveyard for lost dreams- the beach is vibrant and alive.
The kindness and generosity I encountered as I walked along the shore was overwhelming. I was invited onto towels and blankets and offered endless amounts of food and beer. In a city where we must be guarded and private and competitive to survive, the beach stands in my memory as an ephemeral paradise of sharing and warmth.
Everything dies, summer fades into autumn, and soon we will barricade ourselves against cold and wind in our cozy little bunkers, but the beach will live in my heart forever.”
these are just a few of my favorites. make sure to check Marisha Camp’s entire photo set here and cast your vote.