somewhere on a wire
lines across dunes tell-
of stories
of lives
of loves
some broken, some beautiful
all strung and hung by human hands
old and young
here and gone
as you walk along
and absorb all the stories strung.

This is about an actual place, I think I want to shoot a short movie here, “The Wishing Shells of Laurence Harbor”… great title right? (I like the play of wishing shells aka wishing wells… yeah, I think like that)

Well… back story, I travel around my much maligned state (New Jersey) in search of every little nook and cranny… and there are many… especially since we are one of the oldest states in the union (I know, not old compared to you people across the world… but I work with what I got). So… there is this almost non-descript, kind of beat up beach, but along the dunes, seemingly out of nowhere, you come upon them, a bunch of clam shells, written on, painted on, scribbled on… with messages, with names, with memorials, with all sorts of things… and I think it is pretty damn cool. Perhaps this is a copy of some other place in the world, I would probably guess that, maybe it is somewhere in a south american country as there is a large hispanic population in the area ? who knows… but either way it is a nice idea… just a few pics to give you the flavor…