Lucy

Most of my photography has been shot in color, but I’ve always held black and white in high regard. It’s in my roots. Early on I used black and white films almost exclusively, then later concentrated more in color.

In the normal course of shooting, I’d occasionally shift back to black and white. Like the time a good friend asked me to take a portrait of her daughter. Lucy was around 3 years old. We went to a wooded lot in Hatteras Village, and Lucy was on her own time and mood. We had to work around her reactions to the camera. 

Children that age have short attention spans and photographing them can be challenging. On my knees at her level, we tried different tactics with mediocre results. Then something happened. Susan standing by, said something to get her attention. Lucy spun her head around, smiled, and I instantly hit the shutter. It felt good so we stopped after only ten exposures. 

I used Kodak Panatomic-X film rated at ISO 32 processed in homemade Dektol developer. Then I made her a beautiful print on Agfa Portriga, my favorite paper.

That was over 40 years ago. I wonder where Lucy is today.

 

Working Waterfronts

Several decades ago Hatteras Island was a bit different. The island had yet to be discovered by the masses and many locals made livelihoods from the sea. I was particularly taken with the commercial fishing industry. On the sound side of all seven villages, there were small working waterfronts where individuals could keep their boats and bring in the catch. Today those waterfronts are all but gone.

The village of Avon originally known as Kinnakeet had one of those waterfronts. That’s where generations of native Kinnakeeters had lived, and worked on the water. I saw this place as a hidden gem.

While wandering the Avon Harbor in 1977, I photographed a wooden workboat that lay derelict in the marsh. It was about 40 feet long and beautiful. With rounded stern, dead-rise design and distinctive trunk cabin, it could have been a sister ship to the Albatross boats built in Marshallberg, NC. The Edwin Jr. had seen better days. Little did I know at that time, it was a precursor to a way of life in decline.

The Albatross Fleet

I’ve long appreciated the Hatteras-based charter boats known as the Albatross Fleet. Amongst all of the local offshore charter boats, the Albatross Fleet stands out. All three boats are undoubtedly the oldest around still operating. Over the years I’ve enjoyed opportunities to  photograph them. 

In 2000 I was offshore shooting anglers looking for bluefin tuna while Albatross III was trolling nearby. The appealing design and sheer of the boat struck me.

The boats have been docked in the same place for several decades. I shot them again in 2005 during the Day at the Docks event.

Red and white bamboo outriggers have long been an Albatross Fleet trademark.

While checking out the Hatteras waterfront in 1990, I saw the original 1938 Albatross hauled out for repairs.

Most recently a fundraiser was begun to help a local 5 year old girl, Milly King who was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia. Hundreds of people have stepped forward to raise money for her expensive treatments. Two of those pitching in to help are Ernie and Lynne Foster. Ernie’s dad initiated the island’s charter fishing business back in 1938 when he built the first Albatross. The history is fascinating.

Albatross History

Ernie and Lynne volunteered to offer sunset cruises during Spring weekends for a $200 donation for Milly. I jumped at the opportunity to book a May trip, and asked my wife, Denise and 4 of our friends to come along.

We got underway aboard Albatross at 6:00, leaving Albatross II and III at the dock.

We settled in relaxing and taking in the sights.

Everyone had a great time with refreshments, snacks and some occasional gossip.

Eric Anglin’s ceviche was a huge hit with the crew. It’s the best I’ve ever had!

It was a great experience for us all. Captain Ernie and Lynne were wonderful hosts for the worthy cause. We share concerns about a healthy environment, appreciating our history and giving back to the island community.

To learn more about Milly’s journey, read this story.

Community rallies around “Mighty Milly” King as Buxton family begins leukemia fight

 

 

Cat Tales

Spring of 2010, there was a hidden litter of kittens born under our house. We noticed a grey female occasionally wandering the property, but unaware of any newborns. Then on a Sunday morning in May, the mother was struck by a car. She crawled to our driveway where I discovered her broken body and a tiny suckling kitten. Dare County Animal Control arrived quickly to put her down. It was heartbreaking and now we were stuck with five unweaned kittens. It took some time to nurture and gain their confidence.

After three months, we took them to a TNR clinic sponsored by Hatteras Island Friends of Felines. They got fixed and had their shots. Now what! We fell for them and continued caregiving.

A year later when Hurricane Irene flooded the villages, I remember scooping them up one at a time in rising water to bring them indoors. The storm surge was higher than ever, the power out, and we were all huddled inside as gusts pounded the house. It was an unforgettable night!

At 11 months old I cornered them on the front porch for a family portrait. In front (left to right) is Hairy, Bigfoot, and Shy One. Greyguy and Darkguy are in back. Hairy, like his mother was hit by a passing car. He was only 18 months old. At 3 years old, Shy One was trapped by a neighbor and taken a few miles away and despite weeks of searching, never recovered.

Years later as indoor cats, Greyguy and Darkguy both succumbed to cancer and had to be put down. Bigfoot was diagnosed diabetic in 2019, at the age of 9. We administered insulin twice a day for nearly 7 years and he survived really well. Just recently though, he developed an untreatable health issue and had to be put down the day after Easter. He was 16 years old and very special, outlasting his siblings.

Each had a different personality and we named them descriptively. They were beautiful  polydactyl males that over the years, took us on an unforgettable bitter-sweet journey. They were about unconditional love, life experiences and inevitable loss. I miss them.

Why I Live Here

People ask, how’s the photography going? My answer can vary, but it depends what I’m working on. Nowadays I’ve cut back shooting, to spend more time editing and archiving what’s accumulated. I’m a photographic hoarder. I maintain and store what I shoot in a reasonably categorized fashion, so when looking for particular images, I can almost always find them. There are a few missing in action, others may have been inadvertently tossed. I just do the best I can.

I have boxes of saved work prints. Many shot with film, others taken with digital cameras that I began using in 2003. For the above image I spread some 10 inch prints across my work table and photographed them from above.

They show some of the reasons why I live here. So to answer that first question, it’s good!