The surf pounds against the sand. A remnant of a hurricane now past.

Late Saturday night after visiting points south, a young woman walks ahead of her group through the sand lanes between Atlantique and Robbins Rest. She is lost and found.

At the edge of an undeveloped portion of the Fire Island National Seashore dawn breaks to crickets and sparse bird life.

Recorded in Robbins Rest, Fire Island NY in August of 2021. LOM Uši Pros, Sound Devices MixPre-3 II, baffled stereo array

Robbins Rest

Morning on Midway

I Hear You

Surf

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Robbins Rest

David Michael