Kate and I spend this past weekend on eastern Long Island. No agenda or rush to get anywhere — just a peaceful getaway. The longer I live in NYC, the more I’ve come to appreciate these mini vacations. Our first stop was Montauk. The fog and the distant echoing of the foghorn lent an eerie peacefulness to the morning.
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I love this photography style – these photographs are so textured! Love it!