Coquina Beach. Wintertime. Wading.
Scufflletown has its own rules.
Sleep, stranger.
The perfect time of the evening.
The Queen of Richmond is in need of her rest.
Surprisingly, this is not an alien microbe from a 1950s era Svengoolie sci-fi movie.
Someone apparently does not wish their monument climbed.
Because nothing says Happy Valentines Day like a pretty pile of poo!
I walked to the Cape. I wasn't prepared for what I saw there.
Hatteras has always had a hold on me.