Category Archives: Outer Banks

Erin Intrigue

No two hurricanes are exactly the same. As destructive as they can be, they’re awe-inspiring. Over the years, I’ve experienced many. I’d rather not document devastation, but instead the natural display they can produce. Hurricanes are best seen from a distance.

Thanks to modern meteorology, the storm’s forecast was spot-on. With high predictions to stay offshore, we decided to hunker down at home. Depending on the level of anxiety, one can either board up or not. In this case, we didn’t. Our strongest wind maybe gusting to 50, occurred on the backside, after Erin passed Hatteras Island. Rainfall was negligible and my barometer bottomed out at 996 millibars.

The evening before the hurricane made its pass, I walked to the beach to take it all in.

I was rewarded with a sliver of color as the sun set behind me.

Vegetated dunes took a beating with sea oats and beach elder holding fast.

Adding to the show, impressive cloud formations twirled above.

Thanks to the positioning of a frontal system, the main core of Hurricane Erin missed us, recurving offshore.

It was a close call and the result could have been much different. A bullet dodged. And this is just the beginning of a new hurricane season!

Milepost

Over the years, numerous publications have appeared on the Outer Banks. Early on I worked with some of them, but not so much in recent years.

This past February I was invited to give a presentation at one of the North Carolina Coastal Federation monthly meetings. Expecting a handful of attendees, I was surprised when 30 or 40 folks showed up. My talk went for over an hour and consisted of 74 images, covering about 50 years of work. Matt Walker, editor of Milepost was there, and later asked about profiling me for Issue 14.2, that would come out this summer.

After several onsite interviews at my studio, we finished up when my friend, photographer Daniel Pullen came in to shoot a portrait. I’ve long had great respect for his outstanding work.

Milepost is a free publication and distributed throughout the outer banks. Pick one up to see the big story. As a back issue, it will be posted later on the magazine’s website.

Back Issues

Night Flight

A few years ago after a day on Ocracoke, I was catching a late ferry back to Hatteras, and noticed gathering seagulls awaiting our departure. As the ferry boat captain made way into the blackness of Pamlico Sound, he searched for channel markers with a flood light. Birds flew in and out of the beam picking up any bait fish attracted to it.

I experimented with some long exposures and liked one shot, revealing extended paths of individual gulls. Night Flight was taken using a 200mm lens at f/4 with a shutter speed of two seconds.

Commercial Fishing

Moving here decades ago, introduced me to a culture of commercial fishing. It was a livelihood that captured my attention. I spent lots of time watching newfound friends hauling in their catch, sometimes prolific, many times not. I hung out at the creek where locals kept their boats and packed fish. It became a passion for my photography.

Old wooden boats had beautiful lines, particularly the traditional shad boats, like these in the background of this 1985 photograph. I noticed the wooden workboats were being replaced by ones built of fiberglass.

Shooting this 1980 image, I was especially taken by four shad boats tied up at the Beasley fish house in Colington. I would see them frequently long hauling Pamlico Sound at Rodanthe. Originally designed to use sail power, most had been converted to using gasoline engines.

I revisited that same fish house two weeks ago. The shad boats were gone, the building in disrepair. Some fishing was still apparent but it was not the same. For me, the scene symbolized the decline of independent commercial fishing enterprises, and made me sad.

Snow Job

The National Weather Service measured 8 inches of snow in Waves. It was relatively unusual, and it seems in the last 50 years, we’ve had a similar event about every 10 or 12 years. I’ve seen snowfall amounts a couple times, as much as a foot deep.

This recent storm was fun and visually stimulating. Although blowing a gale, temperatures never dropped much below freezing. It was exhilarating to be the first person to make footprints toward the beach near my home.