Sand fence. Jockeys Ridge State Park. May 17, 2016. Spring storm. Yes, I travel . I’m now ready to roll on an Italian adventure. Yet I’m always shooting at home as well. I lead a modest lifestyle but I am luckily bordered with this state park which is effectively my front yard. I even think it’s “mine”. Nobody ever wanders into these near dunes except me and my cats who follow.#outerbanks #nagshead

At the pier



Oh my one of those spring days and family and friends gather for a sunset drink at the Nags Head Fishing Pier. Sweet Lyla of course the main reason I’m shooting. She tends to dominate every situation. As it should be. This stuff just flys by way to fast. Just can’t quite grab it. Pictures at least help.#outerbanks #nagshead #iphone #littlelylamaryanna





Surfers town



I live in a surfers town. If the surf is up, you can call the fire department and they will show up. But forget getting your roof repaired until the surf dies. Everybody is out. It’s an unwritten rule here. Surfing rules. I like this idea. Hell I can get my roof fixed later. When a good swell comes in it’s natures art and the men and women who ride these waves are artistic athletes. No tv replays. Nobody getting rich doing it. Each wave a one time event/experience. These youngsters are competing in a surf contest. Yet competitions are not for everyone. Most have no desire to compete. They simply want the ride. There is already enough competition in life as it is. I don’t have the patience to sit in front of a tv and watch a ball game. Too passive for me. I’m a terrible spectator. Yet I can sit on the beach and watch the surfers all day long. Maybe it’s because nobody loses. Winners all. #outerbanks #nagshead #surfing