and tomorrow, it is back to business as usual.
The Outer Banks is a fond memory, both recent and distant.
It seems that, while I know I was there, I wasn’t there at all.
A week isn’t enough time to find everything I left there the year before, or the year before that or the one before that.
I feel, while I am there, as though I am as much a part of that world as the marshes and gnarled, wind-withered trees.
Yet now that I am back in the world I know, I wonder if I were ever there at all.
Will it remember me?
The sea, the sand, the wind, the beauty, the essence?
Will it long for me as I do for it?
I think not.
I am an outsider, a passerby, an intruder.
I am a stranger.
It doesn’t make it any less compelling or beautiful.
It simply makes me sad to know that there was nothing of myself I could leave behind to remind that place who I am so it will recognize me when I return.
Sunrise in an orange sky
Sun melting into the Sound
Sunset fisherman
Currituck light
Bridge at Whalehead, near Currituck light
A Photographer's Heart 