Asbury Park has gone through quite a renaissance over the past ten years.  There are not many places left that give you the feel of the old days in Asbury.  The Wonder Bar is one of the few places left untouched by the restoration projects.

This image struck me as the tale of the little guy being engulfed by modernization.  A beacon of the past in the face of the giant new high rise apartment building.  As the town becomes more hip, I’m sure it will become more and more difficult to find the gritty Asbury Park of Bruce Springsteen and Southside Johnny.   Corporate greed will once again ruin all things cool.

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Street photography has been a genre with which I have become more and more fascinated recently.  It is very different from landscape photography in a variety of ways.  When I shoot landscapes, I am very methodical in the way I set the shot up.  I usually have my camera on a tripod.  I set my aperture and shutter speed and check my ISO setting.  Then I make my exposures.  I have the luxury of time.

In street photography, I do not have that luxury.  I usually zone focus my camera, and rely on my reflexes to get a shot that’s in focus. I’m also trying to anticipate the action unfolding before me, so I can get an image that tells a story. As Michelle and I walk around cities, she will often hear me say, “Dang…I missed it!”  The older I get, that seems to happen more and more!

The story I saw in this photo was that of a tourist visiting New York City for the first time.  Traveling on the Governor’s Island ferry in the pouring rain, she’d return with an umbrella souvenir and fond memories to share.

I hope everyone is enjoying the photos and little stories that accompany them.  If so, drop us a comment!  Hopefully, Michelle will be back writing soon!

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For the first six of our eight years of marriage, Michelle and I spent our wedding anniversary away from home. We celebrated in beautiful places like Florence, Provence, and Napa. The last two years we have celebrated close to home in our favorite little city, Asbury Park. We are trying to make the best out of our present circumstances, so we spend our day lounging by the pool at the Asbury Hotel, followed by a quiet dinner at the always amazing Moonstruck.  

The view of the lake that separates Asbury from Ocean Grove varies with each passing minute.  The light hits it at so many angles throughout the day.  This was the scene I captured with my new iPhone X on the walk back to the hotel.  I have to say I am pretty impressed by the camera in this phone. Maybe I should ditch my big Canon rig? 

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Hi everybody…Paul here!  As you may have surmised, Michelle and I have not been doing much traveling and therefore, have neglected our blog. We are grounded for the foreseeable future due to family health issues. So, I decided to put up weekly photos to keep our blog alive. Michelle is busy working, so you will have to deal with my lousy writing for a while…sorry about that! Once we hit the road again, Michelle will be back at the helm here, and I will be back behind the camera.

This image was taken on my ride in to work in Belmar, New Jersey. I retired this past June, and for 28 of my 29 working years, I always took the most direct route to my place of employment. I suppose I was always worried about getting to work early and thinking of only my job during that time.  This past September I decided I would stop and smell the roses (or sea air as it were) and drove in every morning by the beach. I wonder how many great scenes I missed over those 28 years? 

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Alaska

This past summer we crossed an Alaskan cruise off the Shappirio travel list.  Without hesitation, we booked our sailing on Celebrity, our favorite cruise line, and for the first time ever, booked a Concierge Class Veranda cabin.  With Concierge Class we were guaranteed a few extra perks, like priority check-in, a “Welcome Aboard” lunch, welcome fresh fruit and sparkling wine, and daily delectables.  Our veranda provided us plenty of opportunities to wake up to gorgeous scenery and take afternoon naps wrapped up in North Face jackets and flannel blankets.

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Our Alaska Hubbard Glacier Cruise sailed out of Vancouver through the Inside Passage with stops at Icy Strait Point, Hubbard Glacier, Juneau, and Ketchikan.  Hubbard Glacier is not really a stop but rather a slow sail up to and past this mighty, mass of ice.  The glacier calves every few minutes as enormous pieces of ice crack and fall into the water.  It is truly an amazing yet alarming sight.  While I felt truly thankful to see such a wonder of nature, I also understood that the cruise ship I was traveling on was certainly contributing to the rapidly melting ice.  My selfish desire to see Alaska was torn with my understanding that it is us humans who are threatening our environment most.

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The highlight of our cruise was Juneau.  It was here that we took a bicycle tour through a rainforest to a glacier.  We even saw bears!  It was also here that we participated in a  local beer tasting, and where I got my first taste of real Alaskan salmon.  Alaskan salmon is RED and delicious.

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While Juneau was indeed my favorite stop along the way, it was also where I lost my license on the street, and spent most of my few precious hours at port scouring the dock looking for my ID.  I learned a few lessons from this experience: 1.  Do not put your license in the North Face pocket that is made for your hands.  2.  You can file a police report online in Juneau, Alaska.  3.  There are still good people in this world.  One of my biggest fears when I lost my license was telling my mom.  Strange considering I’m 36 years old, but my mom worries, and I worry, and I was worried we were going to have a huge worryfest about someone stealing my identity and walking the streets of Juneau.  But, lucky for me, a few days after leaving Juneau, a man approached me on the back deck of the ship, calling me by name.  It turns out he found my license on the street, put it in his pocket, and then forgot about it.  A few days later he found it, turned it in to the cruise ship, who then returned it to me.  The man and his family searched for days to find me on the ship, and finally found me stuffing my face on the back of the ship while desperately searching for whales.  I believe we were both in shock that, out of the 3 or 4 ships that were in port that day, I was on the same ship as the guy who found my license.

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While an Alaskan cruise is beautiful, it is a lot of time at sea.  It is too cold to sit by the pool or swim, and while there are plenty of activities on board, you still find yourself passing your time by exploring the buffet again and again. Eating becomes a recreational activity.

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We are particularly thankful for the wonderful people we met at our dinner table on this cruise.  Rhonda and Barry, our new Australian friends, were real troopers putting up with our random spurts of sea sickness that caused my mother-in-law and I to go running from the dinner table on two separate nights.

Ketchikan was your typical cruise port loaded with t-shirt shops.  We did take a walk to see the salmon run, but since the salmon were dying, the smell was almost unbearable.  The best part about Ketchikan is the Arctic Bar, a dive bar located just steps away from where your cruise ship parks.  Here you can chat with the local bartender and sip on some local brews before heading back to your ship.

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If you have never been to Alaska, we highly recommend it.  A cruise is a good way to get a sample of some of what this magnificent state has to offer.  Paul and I now want to go explore Alaska by land, with hopes of one day going to Denali National Park.  It’s a new item on the Shappirio list, and we can’t wait to say we’ve crossed it off.

Check out a few more photos of our trip!  Whale watching was pretty fabulous as well!

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Vancouver

We took the Amtrak from Seattle to Vancouver to meet up with the ship that was to whisk us off to Alaska.  I would highly recommend taking the Amtrak Cascades if you ever get the chance.  This turned out to be one of the best decisions we made, as the train takes you on a relaxing ride along the Pacific Coast.

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Vancouver turned out to be one of my favorite cities to visit on this trip.  I can’t wait for us to have the opportunity to go back someday.  We spent one night in Vancouver before getting on our ship, with a plan to spend a few nights in the city on the back-end of our Alaskan adventure.  We stayed at the Westin Bayshore, which is right on the water.  With your stay, you get free bikes, which Paul and I took advantage of, even though we did get into a little trouble in Stanley Park.  Some heavy duty bikers who were clearly prepping for the Tour de France, yelled at us for going the wrong way on the trail.  I almost yelled back, “Hey, we only have these rentals for a half hour!” but I contained myself.

Here are a few photos from our first day and morning in Vancouver…

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House boat, anyone?

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Not sure who these two are, but they looked so content…

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Our ship pulling in to pick us up…

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Our trip to Alaska began with a night in Seattle.  Southwest Airlines flew us from Philadelphia to Seattle with a stop in Las Vegas to change planes.  This broke the trip up nicely and gave us a chance to stretch our legs on what would have otherwise been a very long flight.  Our first evening in the city, we stayed at the Sheraton Seattle, which was in a location that allowed for an easy walk to the Pike Place Fish Market.  You can’t go to Seattle and not stand with the crowd to watch the fish get thrown around.

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Since we were tired and grumpy from hours of traveling on airport food, we weren’t picky about dinner.  I had read about Elliot’s Oyster House, a seafood restaurant on the waterfront, and I was warned from all of the reviews, “Beware!  It’s a tourist trap!”  I love when tourists warn you to stay away from the places they comfortably roam.  As if the locals set the place up especially for them to ruin, then complain about.  While I’d normally stay away from anything remotely close to a Ferris Wheel and an aquarium, it was one local’s review that completely convinced me to give Elliots a try.

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A young lady had written that when she had moved to Seattle, her family would always visit requesting to go out for the seafood they couldn’t get at home.  Each and every time she would take them to some new trendy place on her local radar, and they’d always go home disappointed.  Until she took them to Elliot’s, which she herself was mortified to be seen in, considering its “tourist trap” reputation.  Turns out, they loved the food, and proclaimed it was exactly what they’d always hoped to eat in Seattle.  Even she was pleasantly surprised.  Thanks to her honest review, we gave Elliot’s a try.  This is where I fell madly in love with open-face pesto salmon sliders.  I never knew such a thing existed until I pushed my way through the doors of this so-called place of sightseer confinement, found a seat at the bar, and discovered this Happy Hour item of my dreams.  If that makes me a tourist, so be it.  Although I’d rather be called a traveler.

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Alaska

This past August we went on a two week adventure through Seattle, Vancouver, and Alaska.  Then we came home to a hectic beginning of a new school year.  This one more hectic than most, with a new and sudden career move for me, the writer of the family.  Life got busy, and Alaska became a distant memory, put aside for when things settled down, and when my mind was better able to focus and reflect on my personal life.  Yet, things don’t ever really settle down, do they?  There comes a time when you just have to tell yourself it is okay to spend a little time on you, and do those things that fulfill you.  So while my mind is racing with all the “have-tos” and the “should-dos”, this very brief blog post is my attempt to concentrate on those things I’ve neglected to do.  This trip was a photographer’s dream for Paul.  Alaska is a state so uniquely different from the 49 others, with so many amazing opportunities to capture great photos.

Stay tuned for a more detailed post on Seattle, Vancouver, and Alaska.  Until then, enjoy the view…

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Our New Logo

So we randomly happened upon this fence, and lucky for us, somebody had already brought it down.  We picked it up as our new logo.  It only took us 9 years to find each other.  Match made in logo heaven…

Before we traveled across the United States and back with a Jeep Wrangler and a tent, more than a few people expressed their opinions about our plans.  Many of them were shocked that we even had it in us to do such a thing.  After all, during the previous summer we had rented an apartment in Paris, living  a month of the sweet life, indulging daily on cheese, wine, and baguettes.  Some thought we were crazy and told us so, while others prayed for our safety and our marriage.  These people were under some strange assumption that our less than luxurious L.L. Bean accommodations were immediately going to drive us apart just as soon as we left the driveway.  There were one or two people who admired us; they wished that they had the time to take on such an adventurous trip.

In our experience, it seems that the word “camping” gets people talking.  Everybody has an opinion, and, we’ve found, it’s rarely a positive one.  But, we get it.  On that trip across the country we had our moments of failure: our camp stove shot flames, Paul’s ankles were attacked by fire ants, sleep was limited, and some fellow campers were rowdy.  Yet, the amazing moments, the ones that included sipping coffee on the rim of the Grand Canyon with just the elk for company, or eating dinner by moonlight at a perfectly set picnic table in the Great Smoky Mountains, could never have happened if it wasn’t for our willingness to sleep outside.  Camping gave us memories that will last a lifetime.

IMG_4793Then, this summer, we added a new term to our travel plans: glamping.  Glamping gets people talking too, but in an entirely different way.  Glamping seems to be an intriguing concept, one that many seem to think they can get behind.  “What is it?” they ask inquisitively.  Glamorous camping with beds and hard wood floors, real pillows and sheets, a campfire you don’t have to build, and a bar.  Did someone say there’s a bar?

IMG_4820If you haven’t already read about it in a travel magazine or on a blog, let me introduce you to the fabulous Firelight Camps in Ithaca, New York.  We, or should I say, I, became slightly obsessed with the idea of glamping last summer when I discovered the Firelight Camps website.  I had been scrolling and clicking around their site for quite some time, admiring the gorgeous photos of their glampground, and waiting for the perfect time for us to book a stay.  That time came when the Canadian wedding invitations came in the mail, and I realized this summer was our opportunity to add our first glamping trip to our itinerary.

IMG_4806-EditWe were pleasantly surprised with how adorable the town of Ithaca is, with its little shops and plethora of restaurants.  Firelight Camps is just a short drive from downtown, situated just below La Tourelle Resort and Spa.  Wind your way down to the host tent, where you can check in, meet their amazingly friendly staff, and chat with fellow campers.  Here you can find complimentary breakfast in the morning (with vegan options), as well as a local wine tasting at 5pm.  You can even purchase a homemade smores kit to roast over the community campfire.  Just a short walk from the host tent is the bathhouse, with real showers, freshly laundered towels, and clean toilets (every glamper’s dream come true).

IMG_4799-EditSince we had my 83 year old mother-in-law along for the ride, it took her awhile to warm up to the idea of glamping.  She didn’t quite understand why we were paying the cost of a stay in a hotel to sleep in a tent in the woods.  She couldn’t quite grasp the sense in hiking to the bathroom at 2am, and she swore there was something clawing and sniffing at the canvas in the middle of the night.  This was all forgotten when she tasted her first s’more. We are still wondering how she got to 83 without ever being introduced to the delicious combination of graham cracker, chocolate, and gooey roasted marshmallow.

IMG_4814.jpgI’m going to be honest.  Glamping is still very much camping, but without the frustration of setting up, breaking down, building a fire, or sleeping on the ground.  While the mesh entryway to your tent zips to the floor, there is still a good chance you’ll find a spider or two in your bed, or a curious squirrel at your door.  You’ll hear things rustling in the woods, and you’ll need a lantern for your trek to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

IMG_4798.jpgBut, would we do it again?  In a heartbeat.  It’s just different and fun, and so relaxing to sit on the balcony of your tent and rock in a chair.  I bet it’s breathtaking in the fall, when the heat of the summer has died, and the glorious colors and smells of autumn fill the air.  It’s the perfect escape for a writer and a photographer, or anybody who wants to get away from it all for just a little while.  You can also explore nearby Upper Buttermilk Falls State Park.  (We were unable to do this due to thunderstorms).

IMG_4808-EditIf you do reserve a glamping trip at Firelight, make sure to hit up Maxie’s Supper Club for dinner.  We loved this oyster bar so much that we ate dinner there two nights in a row.  To think we’d find such a delicious New Orlean’s themed oyster bar in the middle of Ithaca, New York!  Along with their fresh raw oysters and their authentic New Orlean’s seafood dishes, their menu also included vegetarian options, such as a fried green tomato p o’boy, and vegetarian jambalaya. Thank you to the staff of Firelight Camps for providing us with such a tasty recommendation!

So the next time somebody shouts their opinion from the rooftops about the idea of camping, tell them to give glamping a try.  And remind them of this quote, which you can find on the back of the Firelight foldable map…

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”-J. Muir

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