Another year has passed for me. When I turned 22, on my birthday, I was sneaking around an abandoned barn and in classic fashion, stepped on a gigantic rusty nail. Right through the shoe, had to pry the board off my foot. So, yeah, teatnaus shot later, I had a handful of decent black and white shots from my long gone Nikon F3. I decided to bring the memory back, shooting art as my birthday pastime. This year, I celebrated the day on Long Beach Island, NJ. A place I spent so much formative years on and truly, love. I enjoyed the emptiness that fall and winter brings to the…