Made this photograph nearly 15 years ago, on a weekend. Hiding out from some of my late wife’s about to visit relatives.
North of Hatteras, found an off season, duck hunters motel in Manteo. Cheap. And like the song “Sheets so thin, I could see myself grin”. The National Seashore is open 24×7. 0430, fuel up with guys filling boats with ice and gas.
Later, got a pre-dawn, cursory glance from an ATV riding Park Ranger, patrolling the beach. My tripod explained my presence.
So I was left in peace. It is, in a way, a prayer.
And my plan is, in about 10 years or so, or whenever one of my vital parts hits its expiration date, my ashes will be scattered, about three miles east. In compliance with North Carolina State Law.
Which allows that maybe, 100 years from now, I could be a speck of a kids sand castle on Nag’s Head. And so it goes
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