It is the one tune that always comes to mind when I am traveling, “On the Road Again!” I have headed south to Tampa, Florida. My mother fell last week while undergoing chemotherapy and fractured her hip so I might ask that you keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

I would guess that a fair majority of you had the opportunity to view the harvest moon last week that echoed in the first day of fall. I am sure though, that most thought it was anything but fall with the temperatures still in the 90’s in a majority of the country.

One good thing about coming home is reviving the childhood memories of the fun times I spent on the beaches both working and playing. Some days it was almost impossible to find your own little piece of the beach. You would pack it in shoulder to shoulder as the fresh scent of sun tan lotion mixed with the gulf air. As summer came to a close the beach slowly became deserted as a reminder that fall was on its way.

Much has changed since those childhood days but as the saying goes. “Some things just never change”. With the fragrance of sun tan lotion fading in the breeze, you can still hear the beach cabanas beckon.

Just to let you know I will be in Huntsville next week undertaking a few corporate assignments but will have time available for any additional bookings that you may have. Contact me if you have a requirement and lets talk. From Huntsville it is on to Nevada to instruct at a photographic workshop.

Another Great weekend in College sports - R T R!!!!!

Best Wishes…
~dK~

I trust this email finds you all doing well and that hopefully you had a fabulous weekend.  With summer in the rear view mirror, fall must be just around the turn ahead.

Last weekend was jammed packed with tons of activities occurring around the island with a surf fishing tournament, the Day at the Docks festival and a surfing competition complimented by huge waves courtesy of Hurricane Igor. Of course the most important event this weekend was celebrating my birthday with my girlfriend. She surprised me with a “bucket list” boat trip to the deserted island of Portsmouth where we spent the day stepping back in time. The island was the hub of activity in the late 1800’s and is now abandoned. As luck would have it, other than the caretaker, we had the island all to ourselves for the day.

The biggest celebration for the weekend was actually the Day at the Docks. It is the annual celebration that pays tribute to the men and industry of commercial fisherman known as “waterman”. The day brings local fishing families and tourists together on the waterfront where commercial fishing boats, charter boats, and fishing gear are displayed in celebration of the history of this storied profession. The days’ activities conclude with a procession of fishing vessels entering into the harbor and the actual “Blessing of the Fleet” by local clergy to ensure a “safe and bountiful season”. The tradition of blessing  began centuries ago in Mediterranean fishing communities and continues toady in coastal communities around the world. It was my first and was a true spectacle filled with history and tradition.

A traditional blessing asks for the safety and bountiful season for the fisheman – “Most gracious Lord, who numbered among your apostles the fishermen Peter, Andrew, James and John, we pray you to consecrate this boat to righteous work in your name. Guide the captain at her helm. So prosper her voyages that an honest living may be made. Watch over her passengers and crew and bring them to a safe return. And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, be upon this vessel and all who come aboard, this day and forever. Amen”

I had the pleasure to be invited by Captain Ernie Foster and his lovely wife Lynne to ride on the lead vessel, the Albatross II, and photograph the long procession of  vessels as they entered the harbor from the sound. Once docked, I headed to a higher elevation to capture the entire spectacle just as the sun broke though the clouds while the blessing was being given.

I am on the road for the next two weeks heading to Tampa and then home to Huntsville. I hope you have a great week and please do not hesitate to contact me for me with any questions you may have about any future photographic assignments.

Best wishes ……….
~dK~ 

For me, last week was somewhat surreal as I reflected back on the previous week and what could have been a disastrous event for those living on the Outer Banks. Luckily, for the residents and tourists, Hurricane Earl spared the coast and a week later little is left to remind us of its potential fury. It is as if it were all just a dream. This week the Outer Banks is experiencing weather that could be termed “fall like” or better yet … Football weather!

There is, unfortunately, one significant reminder of the effects of the hurricane and that is the damage to one of the icons of the area, the Frisco Fishing Pier.  For most fishermen visiting the area, the Frisco Pier had provided an ample platform to get out past the surf to fish and for visitors it has been the backdrop for thousands of photographic memories.  The pier had extensive damage from Hurricane Isabel in 2003 but was repaired only to find itself with further damage from more recent nor’easters.  It had been closed to the public while the owners, the National Park Service and the local community leaders attempted to negotiate a game plan for it’s repair. It is possible that with Earls’ visit, the final blow may have occurred.

I sat along with hundreds of others the night before Earl’s powerful winds found their way to OBX and watched as the waves pounded the fragile structure.  The after effects of the winds and waves battering the pier were very noticeable up and down the beach as huge beams and piles of wood littered the area on Friday. Many saw it as the end to an incredible icon that had provided memories for generations of families that lived here as well as visited.

The bad news is the pier suffered extensive damage and is missing the end along with two additional prominent sections. The good news is, in spite of the onslaught of winds and surf, it may be weak and battered but it still stands majestic and proud.

A shot of the pier as the sun rise pays tribute from the east.

I would be remiss if I did not mention …… “Are You Ready For Some FOOTBALL!?!?!?!?”

I hope you have a great week and that if you have any photographic assignments coming up, do not hesitate to contact me for my assistance.

Best wishes ……….
~dK~

For most of you last week was mostly … uneventful. Your last three-day holiday weekend spent wondering where the summer had gone and then back to work today. For others, especially living on the east coast, it was a week that most may just soon wish to forget. Having grown up in Florida I have had my dealings with the potential of hurricanes but never had one where I felt any eminent danger. Most ran up the east coast or brushed the west coast as they headed north into the Gulf of Mexico. As time has past, Hurricanes have gotten more abundant and robust and we have seen the effects of what a hurricane can do when it comes ashore with all of it’s power and fury.

This week I had my first real encounter, dealing with Hurricane Earl and the anxiety caused by the uncertainty of what effect it might have on those that live along the eastern seaboard. Weather forecasts predicted that there was the potential of a direct hit on the Outer Banks. As the week progress we all found ourselves glued to the weather channel and to what Al Roker and Jim Cantore felt “might happen”. Cheryl and I discussed what our options were and the potential of evacuating if the hurricane looked eminent for a direct hit on the island. It is a two-lane road and is very prone to wash over, flooding and collapsed dunes allowing for major debris to make the road impassable.

On Wednesday evening, 24 hours prior to the projected arrival of Hurricane Earl, there was not a clue that anything with that potential destructive nature was heading our way. It was “The Calm before the Storm.”

As the reports continued, the hurricane went from a Category III to a Category IV. The one person you do not want to see in your hometown during the potential of bad weather showed up, Jim Cantore. The weather circus had come to town and the master of ceremony was here. There was no way to predict what was to happen and as time went on it became apparent that neither did they. Mandatory evacuations had begun for all living on Ocracoke Island and for all non-residents on Hatteras Island. With the potential of what might occur if the hurricane were to continue on it’s current path, we packed up the gallery and moved all of the essential items to higher ground. On Thursday morning the weather prediction was still extremely uncertain, mandatory evacuations had been called for south Nags Head and after talking with friends we decided the most prudent decision was to pack what we could and head north. So with the car packed, Cheryl, Coop dog and I headed off the island to be out of harms way.

Once we arrived in Kill Devil Hills and settled in we continued to monitor the weather closely to see what the latest news and predictions were. As “luck” would have the hurricane was down graded and the potential of a direct hit on the Outer Banks had became very unlikely. At best we were to get tropical storm like weather with high winds and flooding from the sound. Listening to the news and understanding the potential effects, we knew that no matter what damage may occur, it would be a minimum of 2 days before we could get back on the island once the hurricane past. It may have not been the smartest of decisions but with great anxiety and even greater uncertainty we discussed our options and decided to head back on to the island while the roads were still passable. So pack we did and headed south.

As nightfall came with the high winds and flooding, as predicted, we met with friends and made preparations for what we were in store for. We settled in for the evening to “ride the storm out”. Again, maybe not the smartest of decisions but a very calculated one on all the information we had. The winds howled though the evening and into the morning and as dawn broke we could see the flooding from the sound had over taken Highway 12 and the winds had caused minor destruction in areas. Luckily for all that had stayed, including us, the most we had lost was a night’s sleep. In spite of the flooding the island faired well, we never lost electricity and no lives were lost.

Again this is not to say that our return to the island, with Hurricane Earl still being very unpredictable, was the smartest of decisions. We knew that there would be allot to do once the hurricane had past and decided it would be best to be there to assist in the cleanup and getting the village back to normal. It was after all, Labor Day Weekend.

It would be very difficult to put into words all of the anxiety and uncertainty we anguished over for 48 hours but as Friday evening announced itself with a beautiful sunset, the effects of Hurricane Earl began to disappear.  For the fleeting moment, it was if you had to stop and think, “Could it all just have been a dream”

Good news is we are all safe and sound and the island is back to normal with the tourists coming in and making the most of a beautiful three-day weekend. As for me it is back to work and I look forward to hearing from you with any requests for shoot assignments or stock photography needs.

Best wishes ……….
~dK~