After what seems like a long time I’m finally ready to share a few new photographs here. The first will be the most recent, taken just this weekend. Sunday I drove to the edge of the island, climbed down to the shore and stood watching the Atlantic. Just a year ago – almost to the day – I did the same thing, wandering my way to a beach in Maine for my first real good look at the western edge of the North Atlantic, camera in hand. This time around I found myself in Montauk, walking below the eroding bluffs and balancing my tripod upon a narrow strip of rocks worn smooth by relentless swells. I am so glad I pushed myself to go, choosing the destination for the sole fact that I had yet to see it.