Category Archives: Pamlico Sound

A Cold Winter

When first settling down on Hatteras Island, I was impressed how temperate winters were. Those first few years, never dipped below 40°. By1977 though, that changed when I watched Pamlico Sound freeze. Combined with hard northwest winds, it made life a bit uncomfortable, especially since I heated with a tiny wood stove. Still in my early twenties, I was a lot tougher then.

Exceptionally cold winters seem to come in cycles. This year was proof, when it dropped to 22°. We had only a couple inches of snow, while up north it was measured in feet.

Behind my house, the Pamlico Sound froze 200 yards out from the shoreline. It was unusual, yet not totally unheard of.

A few times in the past, I’d seen it freeze hard for as far as one could see. In 1996, it did just that. It was thick enough for Gary Midgett to drive his truck out on it.

During that same event, Temperatures were in the teens as I drove out on the beach. Waves lapped on shore freezing instantly. The atmosphere had an eerie, static feeling. I set up a tripod with a mounted Pentax 6×7 film camera in the bed of my Dodge, snapping several exposures of a rare frosty occurrence.

As the sun set behind me, I took the last shot. It was and still is the coldest day I’ve ever experienced on Hatteras Island.

 

 

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.

 

I D’s Island

Just a few hundred yards offshore of my property, sits a low marshy island in Pamlico Sound. On navigational maps it’s called Great Island, but I’ve always known it as I D’s Island, named for my late neighbor Mr. I D Midgett. I D’s Island has likely been owned by that same family since first settling on Hatteras a few hundred years ago.

Mapping surveys from the 1880’s by Lt. Francis Winslow showed Great Island to be considerably larger in those days, perhaps 2 or 3 times bigger. Today it’s not only smaller, but has been cut into segments. Wave action and rising waters continue to erode this pristine salt marsh. Once upon a time it must have been connected to the main body of Hatteras Island.

Sometimes I D would perform prescribed burns on the island. Burning off vegetation is said to improve plant and wildlife habitat. With a State permit in hand, he had to wait for certain conditions after a dry spell accompanied by a light northeasterly breeze.

On a September evening in 1991, I D Midgett with sons Dale and I D jr. began burning the island.

Fanned by an ocean breeze, flames spread with a setting sun backdrop.

Burning continued well in to the night.

I don’t think I’ll ever see anything quite like that again.

 

White Witch

Last Summer I had a request to illustrate a book cover for local author, Dixie Browning. Using her pen name Bronwyn Williams, she was republishing her old novel, entitled White Witch. I had worked with her and Gee Gee at Buxton Village Books on several other cover projects. Most of those images required some photoshop tools combining multiple images or enhancements to convey a theme. 

 A requirement for this book was to have a live oak near the water with a bird, or birds in flight as a backdrop. I spent two days scouting for a location, that I discovered close to home. The spot was on the shore of Pamlico Sound in Salvo. 

While experimenting different compositions at a particular tree, I was getting ready to pack it up when I noticed a few soaring birds. Firing several quick shots I captured a lone laughing gull framed through an opening. It was a straight shot and a take!

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