Outer Banks (OBX) …

here I come.

Or nearly so.

I have packed the essentials; camera, lenses, filters, chargers and tripod.

I don’t wear make-up or jewelry and have the fashion sense of an oak tree.

I don’t do bars or hangouts
because, for the most part, people make me antsy.

I like to photograph them, from afar, but making genial conversation isn’t really my forte.

I prefer deserted beaches, four am sunrise stakeouts, solitude and the extraordinary beauty of creation.

Extraordinary, by the way, is one of the most useless words in the English language.

If I don’t want ordinary, why would I seek extraordinary.

Because I do and because ordinary rules of photography mean nothing to me.

I follow the light … seek it, find it, adore it, interpret it, read it, succumb to it, belong to it.

I’m not like everyone else, so in my own way, I am extraordinary, which, according to my own admission, means I am useless.

A dilemma, to be sure.

But I am a photographer of creation, so dilimmas are my chocolate coated candy with sprinkles.

I. Am. Me.

It is all I know how to be. 

So I be it.

         Janette’s Pier at sunrise

                    Bodie Light

         A Chameleon turning blue