I’m not sorry, Harrisburg. I fell in love with Asbury Park.
But I also have a feeling that I’m going to fall in love with most of the places that I go.
Local Magazine took me places last year, and not just physically. There was a visible growth in my work from Roanoke to Asbury Park and home. And while I think I still have a million other things to learn, this Local experience is… something. Helpful? Challenging, mostly. Rewarding, on occasion. Stay in a comfort zone? I don’t even know what that is anymore. And of course, Fresh images galore. (Heh. See what I did there?) More importantly, Local has been and continues to be my American storytelling conduit. This is what I want to do as long as I am able to do it. Yeah, you heard me right. I want this to be my career.
Just between us, I’m fairly confident that if I didn’t get this wonderful lift of feelings surging from my guts when I experience good things, I wouldn’t stand a chance at being a steady vehicle to continually capture people. I hope those feelings never cease. Now, if I took the time to make images but not share them, what’s the damn point, right?
I am sorry and pretty bummed that I’ve neglected keeping up with my blog.
So, friends, let me catch up. Here are some of my favorite people from the Asbury Park issue of Local Magazine. More specifically, here are some of my favorite women from Asbury Park. They are the strong, visible characters in this beach town that blew me out of the water. Hands down, they’re amazing.
As well as the leading ladies, I also found my favorite spot, Asbury Lanes. The best music venue I’ve ever been to and the best people to welcome you. I miss them, dearly. I hope you can dig them as much as I do.
(If you’d like to support Local and help Ole Fresh out (which would be super cool of you) you can buy the issues here: http://local-quarterly.myshopify.com/)