Montauk

Near the eastern point of Long Island, where the land begins its ascent and meets the Atlantic with a rocky shore, you’ll find Montauk. A fishing village that has long attracted artists and salty souls that have sought to live on the edge. Giving way to summer crowds that spill in from the city, the weight of Montauk’s newfound popularity make it sag and creak with controversial change. Regardless, I think you can still lose yourself in the rugged coastline and misty air. 

A lone surfer is rewarded for his dedication.

Yours truly. Enjoying the ride.

A long exposure at dusk.

The East Deck motel.

A meaty wave crashes on the inside while old salts talk shop.

 The morning light pronounces the spray created by a hard offshore wind.

 Low tide gives an indication of the boulders that dot the shoreline.

 Slotted and quickly approaching hazardous obstacles. 

 Bluffs are way cooler than towering hotels.

 The chiseled landscape dripping in morning light.

 There's one of these signs in every surf town. Regardless, tread lightly.

 A moment of mid-week solitude at the East Deck as Summer gives way to Fall.

 The setting sun cuts the bluffs and ocean air like laser beams.