There's something so achingly poignant, to me, about certain moments in summer on Long Island, which F. Scott Fitzgerald captured so beautifully in The Great Gatsby. I didn't realise til after I shot this, that there's the same one green light that Gatsby saw from his deck, on the same water.
From the deck of my parents' summer home, overlooking the Sound. August 2009.
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