Working my way further down the shore I came upon this interesting beach feature and thought of the photographic possibilities and decided to plop down my stuff right here and wait for the tide to come back in, which I figured would be in another 3 hours or so, right around sundown - perfect! Having brought along my (shockingly) comfortable collapsible nylon travel seat, purchased in the camping section of Paragons Sporting goods store, my tiny portable radio, and a pack lunch, I was well prepared to wait it out.
Not the most picturesque spot on the beach to sit nor any kind of spot to go fishing, I attracted a lot of attention from the locals who walked by who asked me what I was looking to capture with my camera. Truth be told, after spending much of the morning trying to find a new route to the shore because the only route there I was familiar with was temporarily blocked, and the several alternate routes I tried were all heavily thicketed paths that constantly snagged my clothes and two heavy bags of camera equipment (yet didn't lead to the beach either) - I was kind of tired, and really needed a break. Since the migrating shore birds I hoped to photograph this day looked to have already come and gone on their way south, I looked up and down the coast for a minute then decided that waiting for the tide to come back in would probably be a wonderfully relaxing way to spend the rest of the day while waiting for the lighting conditions to cooperate. Happily I was correct.
The first thing I observed from my comfy seat was that this very particular spot of Staten Islands New Dorp beach (which faces the Atlantic Ocean) is a focal point for local inhabitants possessing any number of legs from two and up. This gentleman spent a good 20 minutes or so turning over the rocks searching for tiny crabs to use for bait the next day when he planned to go fishing (he wouldn't be the last). A woman walking by asked me what he was looking for, and when I told her she said the it wasn't the season for finding those little guys, but as he left he showed me his bucket and it was filled at least an inch deep with tiny little crabs. As soon as he started to leave another man came to pick up where he left off, and so the rest of the afternoon would go as both man and bird would search these rocks and pebbles looking for these tasty 8 legged treats.
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