The week started wet, with me shooting the Magic City bus wrap on the NJ Turnpike (pretty cool concept – Miami Beach in New Jersey).
It ended with a drenching, thanks to Tropical Storm Andrea, and a slow ride home last night.
In between, we finished up the t-ball season and ground through five more days that took us to the end of the early part of June.
Next week, the pages of the calendar will keep ticking off, daring us to make something of them. I’ve started on a new project for work, with a deliverable in just over a month. Not quite AR-rush, but close. Good one though.
I also have some photo projects I have in mind that I need to get started on. They haven’t added any new hours to the day lately, so I guess it’s up to me to make the time to get on them.
Yippee-kai-yay, off we go….
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This Week’s Links:
* From the NY Times Lens blog: Photographing On Top Of The World
* CNN: Behind The Picture: RFK Assasination
* The New Yorker goes noir for June.
* Through A New Lens – photo retrospective in the NY Times.
* I got my journalistic start as a “stringer” for a small newspaper in Wilkes-Barre, PA. One of the editors who taught me the ropes, Neil Corbett, recently retired. Here’s a nice column about the man that taught me about lede and slugs and covering sports.
* Powerful photo essay: On the Inside: Venezuela’s Most Dangerous Prison by Sebastián Liste
* Use an iPad for your photography? Here’s action/outdoor photographer Dan Bailey’s workflow.
* I won’t curse the darkness, I’ll light a candle. ~ John H. White
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Restless and relentless,
Darkness rises from the city floor.
The chatter of the night begins.
We’re all powder kegs, with short, burning fuses.
It’s a singular stance we, all of us, take.
Who’s going to look out for you?
No one.
Tell me lies, but tell them to me quickly.
I know the score and I ain’t got time for the mush.
We can’t change our courses any more than we can hold back the dawn.
This desparate kingdom of ours….
Mottled and raw, it roils.
The darkness keeps rising.
With no option for redemption.
© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2013
One of the things I try to do with my photography is to show people that New Jersey isn’t all highways, turnpikes and refineries.
From the cities to the shore, there is a lot of beautiful areas in the Great State of New Jersey. We have an extensive sytems of state parks, lakes, streams, woods and, of course, beaches all over the state.
One of those is just a couple of miles from my house, Clayton Park. Early last month, when my wife and little girl were in Florida, I took the boys over there for a hike.
I had mountain-biked at Clayton Park a few years ago, when I was less knowledgable about Upper Monmouth County. It was a good ride, I remember, but just never made it back there. Going back, I was quite impressed with it.
Some evidence of Hurricane Sandy was still evident, but overall the trail system was in great shape. Nice and wide, easy to walk along, especially for little feet. Horseback riding and mountain biking would be a breeze there.
The Monmouth County Parks system, and the people that frequent it, are doing a very nice job keeping this an inviting, leaf-shaded oasis. Just the type of place to take the kids, walk the dogs, or amble around on your favorite non-motorized two-wheeled or four-legged means of transportation.
I would have liked to have spent more time there, but the littest Krajnak – Matty – was getting a little cranky. So, we had to light out. Still, it was a good time. Also reinforced to me all the beautiful areas this state has to offer. We’ll be back.
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Saturday was hot here. Like hot as it should be on June 1.
My wife ran a 5K race in the morning. I took Liv to t-ball, dropped off the recycling, took the kids to the lake to see the ducks. By the time my wife came home in the early afternoon, the sun was shinng brightly. I started to trip some shrubs.
Arour 4 p.m. my niece came over to spend the night. We picked up a pizza and, afterwards, piled everyone into the minivan to go play on the beach. It was about 87 when we left our house.
Thirty minutes later, standing on the beach in Spring Lake, the hairs on my arms stood. Though the sun was out, the haze over the beach was keeping it at a cool 72, with a gusty breeze.
I was cold.
But at least we were there, on the beach in Spring Lake. Back in November 2012, a week or so after Hurricane Sandy passed, I shot this on the same beach:
To see where Spring Lake now is, compared to where it was, was great to see. People were on the new boardwalk, a guy was surf fishing, it almost looked back to normal. Not 100 percent back but getting there. And certainly back more than I expected it to be.
The boardwalk it almost totally rebuilt. Welders were working on the pilings even when we were there at 6:30 in the evening. My shot to open this post makes the beach look like a lunar landscape, but in person, it’s looking like the beach.
We came off the beach, and headed to The Blarney Cone for some ice cream. Birthday cake for the kiddies, Sweet Black Cherry for me.
As we drove out back through town, we saw people sitting on their grand Spring Lake porches and kids riding their beach cruiser bikes. It was nice to see summer back at the Jersey Shore. By the time we hit 195 West, two of the four kids was asleep and Evening was knocking on Night’s door.
A good way to start June.
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