April 28, 2008
Fire Island…I caught this at the birth of last years Indian summer. I found this moment tucked in between the chants of locusts and the descending sun. A mild warm breeze was present at it’s own will giving this moment many different forms. See…as the wind blew, the shadows would change with the movement of the cattails making this shot ever-moving. This is how I saw it, and this is how I remember it.

Fire Island…I caught this at the birth of last years Indian summer. I found this moment tucked in between the chants of locusts and the descending sun. A mild warm breeze was present at it’s own will giving this moment many different forms. See…as the wind blew, the shadows would change with the movement of the cattails making this shot ever-moving. This is how I saw it, and this is how I remember it.

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