Fine art photography. It lets me explore creativity out of my comfort zones. A wonderful way to light a big blazing inspirational fire under your ass.
Change, that is.
On this day, we (yes, you and I) take a reflective adventure to Ocean City, New Jersey. IMHO, much more rad than the Maryland version.
"You heathen Murphy! How dare this blasphemy from thy lips?!"
I'll stake my claim. No worries my friends.
Why I prefer OCNJ over OCMD?
The liquor laws.
OCNJ is a dry town. Meaning, no bars, no liquor stores, no beer distributors and the restaurants can't sell spirits.
Your thinking it sounds pretty lame, right? Wrong. The liquor laws of OCNJ keep the island squeaky clean. No riffraff. No jerk offs vomiting in the streets or douche bags starting fights for no good reason. Nope. OCNJ is a utopian bliss. IMHO anyway. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy an adult beverage here and there but I'm not into the hardcore party scene. And it's not because I'm a boring adult. I hated that scene even when I was living it.
I digress . . .