Archives for category: Long Beach Island



Every once in awhile I take (“make”) a photo without a person in it.
Also retouching to this extent is rare in my work.

But as my boy Ernest puts it:
“Style is that which is rough around the edges because it hasn’t been done before.” -Hemingway

This blog is my vessel where experiments in personal photographic style and vision live. Rough. Around the edges.

Shot in Holgate, Long Beach Island, NJ, 10.1.12

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As intriguing as people is their absence from once raucous spaces.

“Here lies one whose fame was writ in water.” -John Keats

Beach Haven, Long Beach Island, NJ, 5.25.12 for philly.com 


A classic and timeless look. Simply beautiful.

Holgate, Long Beach Island, NJ, 5.26.12 for philly.com (full slideshow)


My sister Gillian Petrozziello is a marathon runner! More on this to come!

I only like the weird ones. (Some experimental shots from this weekend at LBI)

Ship Bottom & Holgate, Long Beach Island, NJ, 10.8.11

Abandonment mayhem, sweeping through carnivorous hallways to get to you, telltale talkative timestamps leak trickle down turnstile sleepless nights, looking lost in places I’ve always been, recollected collections all full of soot and slobber, oozing all that turkey time, ripped zigzag crumble

Remember then, henceforth forgotten, forsaken, concrete calabash and slander to make one’s name, scribble it on with wheat paste, wait for the decay, the passerby observing, shook forth, shaking abstractions, shaky wake and bake blowing in my face the morning news

Remember you, remember them dancing, dashing through to keep all piecemeal and compartmentalized for the christians. revealing my rendezvous hellbent sabastian, carousel drifting driven to repent, drippy ripped up dollhairs spent on you, time to reflect, time to ramshackle my charades until I can’t play no more!

Amelia Field Blanda, Holgate, Long Beach Island, NJ, 7.2.11

Holgate, Long Beach Island, NJ, 6.4.11 (My Birthday!)

All images as shot except for the first one, which was taken through the lens of my sunglasses. Stole this neat-o idea from the fabulous Ms. Theresa Regan!


My brain is lobster sauce.



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