10:04 pm
Dried citronella leaves on the porch + an overcast summer day in Currituck, NC = a beautiful wabi-sabi still life photo…
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8:22 pm
Enjoying the sites on a perfect day — Cape Florida Lighthouse at Bills Baggs Cape Florida State Park on Key Biscayne.
6:56 pm
Shipwrecked and then abandon last fall, this sailboat is marooned on the shores of Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge in Outer Banks, North Carolina.
10:20 pm
Winter Storm Leon drops a record 8″ of snow on Waterlily in Coinjock, Currituck Outer Banks, North Carolina.
9:59 pm
Looking at this warm Currituck Sound sunset from the other day, it’s hard to imagine that tonight it will be 18° and snowing in OBX!
2:34 am
This little ladybug found shelter from the cold in our indoor garden.
7:34 pm
36° 26′ 40″ N 75° 50′ 36″ W
The other week I shot this newly renovated beach cottage up in remote Carova’s Swan Beach. It’s a 5 bedroom, 5 bath, ocean front home with numerous decks, a gourmet kitchen, swimming pool and hot tub, and loads of other amenities. Located in a very private area, which is also home to Corolla, North Carolina’s famous wild Spanish Mustangs, you need a 4×4 just to get to it — which makes it even better for a quality-time getaway with family and friends. If you’re in the market for an amazing summer rental, check this place out!
Disclaimer: Sorry folks, the tequila’s not include.
Facebook: ‘Lightly Salted’
Lightly Salted 1634 Sandfiddler Road Corolla, North Carolina 27927
9:14 pm
36° 38′ 71″ N 75° 82′ 76″ W
Lancaster County Magazine writer, Bill Scepansky, heads to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for a much-needed vacation with his family and some close friends. Beyond catching up on some R&R and spending quality time with the family, he was determined to catch a shark!
Click on the link below to read this feature article I shot for the September 2012 issue…on newsstands now.
7:26 pm
36° 22′ 50″ N 75° 55′ 10″ W
If you live on the East Coast of the US then you are abundantly aware of just how much rain we’ve had recently. Along with the abundance of rain has come an abundance of mosquitoes, humidity and very grey, dreary days. The other afternoon I’d had it with being trapped indoors and ventured out to run a few errands. The rain turned to a drizzle just long enough for me to capture a few shots of what looked to be little gnome-style villages — so weirdly beautiful, the different sizes, shapes and details of these toadstools. It reminds me of a story from a few years back…
When I lived in the city, my weekend escape was to my home up in the country in the western Catskills. The previous owners were landscape architects who had created an amazing garden on the property. It was a challenge for me to maintain but I loved it! I grew many epicurean delights. My friends and I enjoyed them at their peak of ripeness and again months later as preserves — dill pickles, sweet pickles, pickled hot peppers, tomato sauce, brussels sprouts, strawberries, grape jam, hot pepper jelly.
Not far down a nearby country road was a little store that sold oil paintings, jewelry, crystals and arrowheads. The owners were an older couple originally from Spain. The gentleman, who was (very, very) small with white hair, had a sweet, friendly personality. He told me stories about growing up in Spain and hunting for wild mushrooms in the foothills of the forest. He also told me about the gnomes that he’d caught glimpses of sometimes while he was scouring the landscape in the quiet, early hours of dawn. He had a true love and connection with the land. He missed Spain but said the surrounding area reminded him a lot of “home” and that’s why they’d settled down there. When he felt up to it, he still went out into the forest to see whom he could see… Naturally, he sold ceramic garden gnomes as well in his shoppe (ironically the owner looked a lot like a gnome himself) and the day he told me this story I bought one as a memento. I believe my Gnoman’s watchful, welcoming presence had significance in the deliciousness that sprang from my garden there after his arrival.
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When I returned home from my excursion the other day, I went out back to check on what’s left of my struggling, late-summer, mini garden of 3 tomato plants and 1 green pepper plant that had been all but destroyed by Hurricane Irene. And to my surprise I found a troop of mushrooms growing all around my plants that were, almost magically, again starting to blossom.
My special thanks to the gnomes.
