Orange Crush

BroJoe patiently watches the light from several favorite spots along the edge of the Nags Head Woods.  Perhaps he was waiting for the golden orange of the sunset to tiptoe across the darkening waters of the Roanoke Sound.



He must have a whole portfolio of photos of this tree with the roots not just holding the tree up, but balancing it, too.  The light is always shifting, so the photos are all different.

There is another tree that he likes, too.  This one, where the clouds seem to mimic the tree branches.


Wonder what he’s trying to capture?


Ahhh. . . nice catch!


Sunrise . . . Sunset

Two views, one island today.

BroJoe caught the sun setting over the Pamlico sound yesterday evening and the sun rising over the Atlantic Ocean today.

Sunrise over Nags Head Pier.

Sunrise over Nags Head Pier.

Set sun, looking over Pamlico Sound toward Manteo.

Set sun, looking over Pamlico Sound toward Manteo.

The Outer Banks are so narrow (3 miles at the widest point) that it’s possible to see both from the same vantage point.  BroJoe likes to get up close, so there is nothing between him and the sun but water.

Nags Head Woods

Ever hear of this place?

On the west side of this barrier island where most folks head for the sunny beaches is a surprising area called Nags Head Woods.  Bounded on the east by the sand dunes, this area is a protected ecological treasure of over 1,400 acres owned and operated by the Nature Conservancy.  It is under both local and national protection.   Deciduous trees, migratory birds, freshwater ponds, and marine life offer some explanation as to how a thriving community was once able to exist there in the 1800’s.  Gravesites, home foundations. . . bits of history can still be seen.




Beautiful shots!  Now let’s see some of those large, ancient trees in the woods.

BroJoe?  BroJoe?

12289570_10205578910893990_4885058895160750124_nLooks like there are no more pictures forthcoming today.

He does seem to be well-balanced though.  Mother would be pleased.

Waiting for the Weekend

Better days are coming. They are called Saturday and Sunday.*


Give a man a fish and he has food for a day; teach him how to fish and you can get rid of him for the entire weekend. » Zenna Scha

There is little chance that meteorologists can solve the mysteries of weather until they gain an understanding of the mutual attraction of rain and weekends.  – Arnot Sheppard

*Author unknown.