My first Tybee Island, GA. trip was just over three years ago. I desperately needed to get away, and just regroup. I’ve always been a positive benefit person, and don’t let anything clog up my artistic vision that keeps my business, and love of photography going. But I had spent a couple years prior battling my way out of debt, especially from mistakes I made with credit cards, some of which was leftover from business building, which in hindsight, I’d have bought more used equipment and improvised more. But what’s done is done. There are no mistakes that are without reason, except those you do not learn from. But I worked very hard fighting my way out of it and had made very significant progress by then. Between that and working on my business and shooting, Photoshop jobs I took on, my social life suffered. And to a degree, so did time I would normally dedicate to my own personal health and care. But I had reached that point where I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I was ready to try to find myself again. I wasn’t just an artist / photographer, I was a man with a real soul, not a shell. So, that is why I took this trip.
It was just healing to hear the waves crash, the seagulls, and smell the salty air, walk the beach, and be at the mercy of the ocean when swimming. Oh, and some seafood and wine overlooking the water wasn’t too painful either LOL. I am normally not a morning person, but I woke up at sunrise 2 of the 3 days there to do some photography, and also some at sunset, even though the sun set the opposite direction of the ocean, the nice soft sun was still there. As the days wound down, I walked the beach and waded in the water, and sat on the swings on the beach, to sit and watch the ocean and take it all in. That and just reflect on life, think about what was happening and where I was at, with different areas of my life, and what I needed to do to get where I needed to be. When it was dark and the beach was quiet, I returned to that place. This time, to talk to my friend Chris on the phone, who is a friend I can talk about anything with, and who has also mentored me with photography over the years. I didn’t even try to take anyone with me on this trip, as I have with more recent trips. That was the spiritual and artistic growth I needed. Nature’s wonders have a way of making anything life can throw at you seem so slight and small.
That trip gave me the shot in the arm I needed to make strides when I returned home. It’s also nice to have friends in Atlanta to visit on the way there and back! Here is the swing I sat in at night to restore myself. It is displayed on my den wall even today, 11×14 print matted and framed to remind me that the hard work I do will bring me back to there again, and to stay positive, and never forget what I committed to do for myself. I hope this inspires you too.