Back to the basics: color, style, presentation

In art there is only one objective, to draw one's interest in our perspective. On these pages there is nothing fancy however you will see the beauty of nature, the power of the ocean and man's attempt to interact with both.  I have always been fascinated with the powerful forces of the earth and the delicate nature of the land. Artists and photographers for hundreds of years have seen these forces in their own unique way. In my attempt to capture what I see from my perspective I doubt I have seen anything that has not been seen or captured before but maybe in my selections of images I may just find a new angle to draw your interest.

The Outer Banks of North Carolina, a unique blend of  delicate nature and the power of the sea together with the shifting wind blown sands is a  fragile wisp of barrier reef islands jutting out into the ocean and then angling back to the mainland.  The islands stretch more than a hundred miles and in some places are barely wide enough to fit a passing road. In fact if you want to get to Ocracoke Island, you must go by boat or ferry, as there is no bridge. For more than eleven miles in the northern section there isn't even a  paved road... bring your 4 by 4's and be prepared to drive on the beach at low tide or you will get stuck...of course you can come by boat too...

The wealth of history that exists here from the early natives to the settlers to the pirates that lived here to the first mechanical flight of an airplane provide a very  exclusive glimpse of man versus nature through the ages.....Hundreds of history books have been written about these islands but frankly few people know about the charm of them. It is almost a different world when you cross the bridge and start to look around.  Missing are the high rise hotels and bustling commercial districts, lit up nite clubs and stacks of office buildings. What you do find is village after village of beach houses both large and small, quaint shops and boutiques and cute no frills eateries. So when I first crossed the bridge I also looked around with camera in hand.

Within these pages I will also share a little of what I have learned about this very special place such as... How did the towns of Nags Head and Kill Devil Hills get their names?  Those answers and much more will be revealed.

Enjoy  !!!

Looking at the overview of the horse populations

which have gone through many changes over the past twenty years,  still wander the beaches beyond the end of Route 12. The road actually turns to the beach where you stop driving on asphalt and start driving on sand. 

Avalon Fishing Pier, Kill Devil Hills