I took this picture a few days ago on Robinson’s Island – one of my favorite places. I biked there from our home in Stanhope. There’s a beautiful trail that takes you there across marsh, along dunes, until you get to the island, which is connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. No vehicles are allowed, just walkers and cyclists. The day I was there, I had the place to myself. The beach on the north side of the island was strewn with wrecked lobster traps – one of my favorite camera subjects. They’re like found sculptures made of wood, net, and rope – smashed by the waves into unique configurations. They don’t last. The tide comes in, moves them around on the rocks, and breaks them apart. I see them as symbols. This is the way life goes.
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