Hampton Beach, NH
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I like to check out the Main Camp Kitchen before Pre-Fair starts ramping up. There are lots of fine DOF photo ops.
The Oregon Country Fair is in full Pre-Fair prep mode now. I took these photos a few weeks ago.
I like to check out the Main Camp Kitchen before Pre-Fair starts ramping up. There are lots of fine DOF photo ops.
The Oregon Country Fair is in full Pre-Fair prep mode now. I took these photos a few weeks ago.
I like to check out the Main Camp Kitchen before Pre-Fair starts ramping up. There are lots of fine DOF photo ops.
The Oregon Country Fair is in full Pre-Fair prep mode now. I took these photos a few weeks ago.
I like to check out the Main Camp Kitchen before Pre-Fair starts ramping up. There are lots of fine DOF photo ops.
The Oregon Country Fair is in full Pre-Fair prep mode now. I took these photos a few weeks ago.
...yes, dude, the snow has melted, the lifts closed three weeks ago, so you have to realize that it´s five months until the lifts get going up north again.
Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams / Yeah, here's a busted compass ... look, the needle's standing still / Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, I pray to God that I will / I got a confession; I never ever had no appetite for pain / So it's a mystery to me why I like walking in the ghost town ... ghost town of my brain (Jim White)
© Castellammare del Golfo, Italien, 2024, Florian Fritsch
Project 365 = Day 107 = 17 Apr 2025
Day 1203 (Since 1 Jan 2022)
© 2025 Jeff Stewart. All rights reserved.
© 2025 Jeff Stewart. All rights reserved.
he walked with hands in his coat pockets, steady, unfazed by the wind. i watched him from the promenade in can pastilla, where chairs were still flipped and the season hadn’t started yet. he didn’t stop. didn’t hesitate. i framed him right between the rows of straw umbrellas, like a character from a film with no ending. the beach was waiting, and so was the sea.
