Bethany beach Delaware. 8 9 in the a.m. morning. Me, lookin’ to pick up a girl, stationed strategically on a corner, thinkin’ “What the hell did Einstein study light for?” no chicks to pick up. I’m lonely and bored. Pop my loyal Samsung DHC 227450999860 22 megapixels sidearm stealth camera and fire away. I am so lonely I shoot at anything. Get to my basement bathroom darkroom, mix chemicals, discolor hands, ruin fingertips, curse, moan, beg for mercy. “WTF,” I say. “Is that an ice cream cone? Hm; hm, hm; hm, hm; hm.” I think of several famous dead photographers. “Did any of them suffer such loneliness?” I wonder aloud to myself. Edward Hoppe did. Who is Edward Hopper? Surely, John Belushi would understand.
This is a picture of an ice cream store which hasn’t opened up yet. And one-half of a bike, signifying whatever you make it out to signify.
USA Delaware Bethany Beach East Coast better light than Cape Cod.