The Shark

Looking North

Before, long before I became who I am, I crossed the Shark River here too many times to count. Here, right here, on the south side of the Shark is where commercial radio began, way back when.

Marconi established his US campus at the head of the Shark, which eventually would become known as Camp Evans. Our RV Bowser sailed from just north of here on her way to Turtle Island, as a back story for the screenplay we are writing.

I made this image today with my cell phone. A day of respite, away from Pinelands where the Hindenburg crashed and burned.

NYC’s Brooklyn lies in the distance where the Atlantic hits the shoreline. A clearer day would have made it possible to see in this picture.