There are two things i'm certainly addicted to: photography and stones. Photography is the obvious one, but get me near a beach and I'll walk away with my pockets full. It started years ago and seems to be getting worse. If this last trip proved anything I'm pretty sure I need help - at least to carry them. Three beaches from Montauk to Cedar Town, empty beaches with just me, my camera and the stones. I can't help myself, ooh this one!... maybe this one... nope, this one... next thing I know my pockets and hands are full. It's all good until I get home and have to figure out how to get them inside, they are so much heavier in Brooklyn. But they make me happy and remind me of the beach when the weather is ice cold... that's what it's all about... right? Happiness.