Off-season (ongoing)
In the fall of 2019, I began photographing, with regular intensity, a small coastal community a few miles north of me in Massachusetts: Salisbury Beach. In the summer it bustles; rental cottages fill to the gills and visitors jam all the parking lots near the beach. There’s a honky-tonk feel to the place, which is part of its appeal.
But when the days grow short, a quiet that’s almost bleak settles onto the streets. For me, the off-season holds the stronger allure: It whispers instead of shouts.
Salisbury Beach is on the cusp of change. In the typical American way, where bigger is always better, new houses, towering on stilts in a deluded defense against rising seas, are going up everywhere. With my camera—when few people are around—I’m capturing what’s left of the way it has been.