The day proved to be something of a paradox. It was a pretty winter day. There was no rain, a few clouds, the sun was out and it really wasn’t that cold, but the wind was ferocious. Gales approaching 35 miles an hour sent the wind chill plummeting, whipped up the usually tranquid waves along the Bogue Banks and created a minor sandstorm on the beach. So you might ask, why on earth did I go. Well, I have found over the years that the best time for photography on the coast is when there is something going on with the weather, in this case, the wind. There is nothing more boring to me than to be on a beach with a camera on a bright, sunny, cloudless day. The second reason is that I like the beach in the winter; the sheer isolation of it and the pale, neutral tones. I suppose you could say, I got what I was looking for.
The wind picked up shortly after daybreak bringing out two hearty kite flyers who turned their backs to the blowing sand and sent their kites sailing over the ocean.
Even they gave up after a while as the wind began kicking up clouds of sand and driving it up the beach.
Fortunately, I had brought along a thick windbreaker, goggles and a stocking hat. The camera, a Nikon D750 is well sealed but I took no chances, wrapping it and the 24-120mm f/4 lens in a large zip bag with only the front of the lens with UV filter attached, exposed to the elements. All in all, an interesting outing that netted some decent keeper shots, but I was worn out. Just standing up to the battering wind was exhausting, let alone trying to walk against it. Thank you for visiting and looking. Comments are always welcome. Have a good week ahead. See you next time.