New Jersey was always the brunt of “armpit of the nation” jokes when I was growing up in upstate New York. Never did I imagine that I would eventually call it home. New Jersey gets a bum rap because many visitors unfortunately don’t get past the industrial and polluted corridor along Northern I 95. Many parts of the state are comprised of rolling hills, small towns and villages, mountains, and farmland that arguable grows the best tasting tomatoes and sweet corn in the country. While everyone in costal America goes to the beach, in New Jersey you go to “the shore” which, except for the occasional large hairy guy in a tank top and small “Speedo”, is quite nice. New Jersey, who’s new state motto should be “We’re corrupt, so what’s it to ya?”, offers great photographic diversity.
In case you’re wondering, I live off of Exit 135.