I'll never forget my first Mermaid Parade. I knew nothing about it, just happened to take the kids to the beach on Mermaid Day. I think Chloe was 10 and Jack three. We were just sitting there on our beach towels, minding our own business when we heard the sound of a brass band marching closer. Within minutes, we were surrounded by folk dressed as sea creatures frolicking in the sand and sea. Of course I forgot all about the kids and took pictures. Fortunately, I was able to find them later.
I went to Coney Island on Mermaid Day every year after and took photos most of those years. I grew to hate the thousands of photographers there, many of them just out to leer at the T&A. And I grew to hate the Mermaid Day photos, all of which began to look the same as the years went by. And of course I began to hate myself for taking the same kind of photos as everyone else.
Eventually, however, I figured it out, at least to my satisfaction.