A few years ago I published to no great acclaim a book called "Beaches." That was a compilation of pictures taken at the seashore from 1969 through 2018 between Atlantic City, Wildwood, and Cape May in New Jersey, and Ocean City, Maryland. The ongoing project "Son of Beaches" includes some pictures that were left out of the earlier publication and a lot of newer work, most of which is not minimalistic, abstract, or experimental.
We (sans Harry) took a day trip to Cape May (billed as America's Oldest Beach Resort) on Saturday and had a lovely time and a fine meal at the Cape May Fish Market on the Washington Street Mall. We've been going to Cape May for forty years. I walked around and took pictures while my wife and daughter hit the beach. One person even called me a creep for taking pictures with people in them, so all-in-all it was a successful day.
The only planned image here is the first one, where I used a sequence of vertical exposures.
The other three were shot automatically, triggered by my D850's built-in intervalometer every five seconds while I walked around with the camera hanging on my chest. The original impetus for this was to avoid people calling me a creep for photographing them, but it's been interesting to look at them all (1,187 that afternoon, most of which will remain bits on a hard drive never to be seen again,) seeing where I was and what I was looking at however inadvertently. Basically, the camera shot whatever was in front of me, but since I was moving it was almost never level. Making the vertical lines vertical was the first part of the post-processing. The rest of the process has been described here several times. I seem to be leaning toward blue lines instead of or in conjunction with the red ones.
