The Color of the Coast
Cape Lookout & Beaufort North Carolina
Though I lived in NC for 3 years and went often to the coast seeking solace and rest, I never did find my way to Cape Lookout. So Saturday, in the passenger seat of a sporty convertible, my friend Sophie and I took a drive. And though the weather was cloudy, the photography was inspirational.
I love the coast - everything about it. The balmy air, the call of the gulls, the crash of the surf, even the salt spray in my eyes. My camera never rests when I make it to the water's edge. And funny enough, though I have thousands of coastal images, they aren't my biggest sellers (definitely not in Ohio, where I find few people who really appreciate the call of the coast, it being a mostly land locked state (not counting the Great Lakes).
So even though my coastal images are not money makers, I keep on taking them. And this is a great lesson for me. It's not about the money, the notoriety, or the fame (if you can call it that). It's about the passion. And as long as I am inspired to take photographs of the things that I love, as long as I can call it "play" and not "work", I'll keep on snapping. And sharing with you.
from the dock before getting in the "ferry" (read "dingy") to the island
The man with the pelican (it had a broken wing and he had rescued it from the water)
Sophie in the seagrass
the lighthouse
beach flowers
toward the water
Sepia tones make this look like an old photo
More beach flowers
seagrass wins
nothing by sky (really, no photoshop techniques here)
all tied up
sunset at Fort Macon
Though I lived in NC for 3 years and went often to the coast seeking solace and rest, I never did find my way to Cape Lookout. So Saturday, in the passenger seat of a sporty convertible, my friend Sophie and I took a drive. And though the weather was cloudy, the photography was inspirational.
I love the coast - everything about it. The balmy air, the call of the gulls, the crash of the surf, even the salt spray in my eyes. My camera never rests when I make it to the water's edge. And funny enough, though I have thousands of coastal images, they aren't my biggest sellers (definitely not in Ohio, where I find few people who really appreciate the call of the coast, it being a mostly land locked state (not counting the Great Lakes).
So even though my coastal images are not money makers, I keep on taking them. And this is a great lesson for me. It's not about the money, the notoriety, or the fame (if you can call it that). It's about the passion. And as long as I am inspired to take photographs of the things that I love, as long as I can call it "play" and not "work", I'll keep on snapping. And sharing with you.
from the dock before getting in the "ferry" (read "dingy") to the island
The man with the pelican (it had a broken wing and he had rescued it from the water)
Sophie in the seagrass
the lighthouse
beach flowers
toward the water
Sepia tones make this look like an old photo
More beach flowers
toward the ocean side
driftwood
more fun with sepia. I purposely overexposed this and then added the sepia tone later.
redolent of waves
seagrass wins
winding road
in black and white
the original
fun with graphic design (old world postcards from the edge)
nothing by sky (really, no photoshop techniques here)
love the wide angle
the sun pokes through as we leave
love this one - talk about flock of birds (pelicans)
washed ashore
all tied up
glassy surfaces
all work and no play
silhouettes
patterns
sunset at Fort Macon
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