It’s Easier To Find Love In The Ocean Than On Land


Gulf Shores / Gulf of Mexico
Waking up naturally. Trying to connect to the internet. Briefly looking for a coffee shop. Finding the wireless sweet spot. Getting an application done. Heading back to the boat. Moses takes me to the farmer's market. Fresh produce. I make scrambled eggs. Bacon, tomatoes, and avocados. Off to the sea. Boat watching. House watching. Beach watching. The beating sun. One mile out. Sunscreen. Into the ocean. Clear waters. Favorite photo. Sonar detection. Heading back. Trying to read Tristan Garcia. Falling asleep. Pirate's Cove Marina. Fried Pickles and a bushwacker. An "OK" bartender. Moses wants special sauce. Patchy dog. Moses toasts the baguette. Off the dock. Making our way back. Another jump in the ocean. Less salty but warmer. Murky. Epic clouds. Video taping. Docking help. Salt block shot. Spiced rum. Tequila. Everyone takes a shower. Wet towels. Deer sausage, brie, and crackters. Jerry reopens his wound. Tuna Niçoise sandwich. Partiers come to see Jimmy Buffet. Lost wallet. Driving to Pirate's Cove. Front-seat DJ. Backtracking. Moses slightly stressed. Jerry's cousin's house. Fisher's. Sent back ceviche. Ceiling fan. Nina's cold. Boudin. Margarita. Unimpressed. Bug in water. Back just in time. Another shot of tequila. Jerry's last cigar. Moses drinks a little too much. Two people left. Late night photo editing.
  • DSC-RX1R
  • 35mm
  • 1/200s
  • ƒ/10
  • 50

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