The Beach [2025]

Sorry I've been absent once again. I find it kind of hard to update a rather unseen blog. That's no one's fault though. Anyways, while my mouse sorts out it's...malfunctions, I'll do some typing about the vacation I just came back from.

It was our usual vacation spot so I can't say much of the location. If you can figure it out from the photos though, congrats! You're super good at being super creepy.

View from my room. It was an almost cotton candy skied sunset shortly after a minor rainstorm. It looked just like one morning at school. It doesn't get across as well in this photo. 

It's impressive how there's basically no touch of the inside of the room in this photo. 

I couldn't take many photos with my phone due to some storage issues, which I'm going to attempt to sort out throughout the week now that I am home. Mostly just screenshots I don't need...things I kinda hate...

Enough of that though!

Dreamlike. 

Ethereal. 

How you imagine a Digital Camera.

An unfocused Liminal Space canvas. Where the subject itself is not what's liminal or nostalgic. It's the medium it's presented in.

Now let me give you a way more straightforward description of the photo. This one was taken utilizing my HP Photosmart c200, a camera I've brought up a few times on this blog. My Parents said that it would not be possible to capture night shots with such an old camera. 

They were correct...mostly, it's very true that they are not crisp or as legible as what a modern day camera could manage to pump out in the given circumstances. I don't really mind that though. It did it. It managed, and produced a sort of ghostly photo. 

As for the arrangement of pixels that are solid primary colors, I'm not sure. I originally thought it was a one off awhile ago when taking a self portrait, but they keep appearing. I only recently realized they might be in all my photos, they are just super noticeable in darker ones. It always appears to be in the same pattern as well.

Photo of my father from afar. Sitting on the beach giving his legs a rest as we are about to return to the condo after a long walk down the beach passing by unique houses.

But first, along the walk and on the horizon. There's this mystery ball. It was just sat here, on the beach abandoned in a sort of pit built around it. Certainly someone meant to come collect it. Before they could however, the wind blew it away.

How do I know that? Because on the walk back it rolled right past me. I caught it of course, in hopes to maybe venture back down the beach next day to return it. Of course that wouldn't happen though because let's be honest even if I stuck to that plan everyone would be saying "I'll take it!"

It was a cool ball though, I feel bad to whoever lost it... 

:< 

The Breezeway House.

That's what I call it.

Why?

Because there's a giant (intended) hole in it. Separating a small portion of the house from the rest. 

What's the purpose of it? The practicality of it? 

Even as a kid I questioned why it would be built this way.

Salt Life's exterior seating after the rain.

Where I stood in shock and sadness as we waited to be seated.

The favorite ice cream place, and the entire plaza containing it, dormant. 

It was either close forever, or close a year.

Sadly they chose the former. Not the latter.

If I ever make another music album. I want to make a beachy album. Not the usual country "oh I wanna be at the beach drinking beer" crap. I hate country music.

Instead I want to make an album about not just the Beach, though set there, but about Vacation. 

Admittedly, I'm the first person to ever want to be home. Staying in the condo just makes me feel a certain way. I can shape my room at home however I want, and even if it doesn't last forever it's still my agency that changes every little detail. 

At a condo, it's someone else's ghost. Another person's space. Sometimes it feels disingenuous. Sometimes you wonder the thought process. Either way, I love the beach, but I wish I could curl up in my room at the end of the day instead of someone else's, y'know?

That's the feeling I want to capture in an album. The appreciation of being on vacation, but the admittance of missing your normal life.