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Happy 6th Anniversary

Happy Anniversary, Master! Here’s to many many more years together 🙂

With love, from Your Camryn

Ocean City Music Pier

I went on a bit of a building bender the past few days. To all the people who kept trying to chat with me, I offer my deepest apologies. Please don’t take my non-responsiveness personally. When I get my head down and totally focused on a project, I’m completely engaged in it and find it impossible to pay attention to anything else. Including things like eating, sleeping, etc.

My latest obsession, at Master’s suggestion, pays tribute to the Ocean City Music Pier, an iconic auditorium on the beach in Ocean City, NJ, vintage 1928. This is one of my contributions to our new Jersey Shore regions.

Ocean City Music Pier, Littlefield

I call it “tribute” rather than reproduction because I had to make a few major adjustments due to space restrictions. But yes, it sits on a pier off the boardwalk, and yes, it has an auditorium with a stage. And I did my best to capture the essence of the architecture, if not the real-life layout.

Here’s the real one, interspersed with photos of my “homage”:

Music Pier 2

Music Pier 5

I’ll take another, better photo once I have a chance to add the last few decor items, some accent lighting, etc.

“Tribute to Ocean City Music Pier” weighs in at 3030 prims, not counting the working stage curtains and doors. Gotta love building in Opensimulator!

Have you ever been to the real Ocean City Music Pier? I’d love to hear about your experience.


somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyondred and white rose
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such fine hands

e. e. cummings

I love you, Master!