One day I was riding the subway within 30 days of arriving in NYC, and after staring at the map for a while I realized, “Shit! I can go to the beach.” So during the first snowfall that February, I grabbed my camera and went out to Coney Island to take pictures. As I got off the train, I remember getting teary eyed thinking about how much I love the ocean and how accessible it had suddenly become.
Over the years I have made an effort to go to the beach when I can. I am lucky to live close(ish) to Jacob Riis Park as it’s one of my favorites. However, Long Beach gets my vote for the #1 beach near NYC.
My goal this summer is to make it out to the beach at least twice a month. Let’s see if it actually happens!