Friday night, my camera and I sallied forth on the boardwalk that runs along the waterfront near the downtown area of Manteo.
We saw boats and flowers and grass and beauty of so many varieties. We saw a sun shining and a sun setting. We wound our way around the curves and corners of the boardwalk, reveling in the unmistakable, inimitable smells and sights and sounds of life near water. We eventually ended up at the front door of a lovely hotel that was so lovingly lit, so serene, and oh so welcoming.
I wanted to escort my camera right through the front door and be absorbed by the quaint, antique splendor of that shining place. But instead my camera and I said our good byes to the hotel, to the boardwalk, and to the boardwalk’s beauty and we drove home together–happy and content and full of the pictures of a splendid, lovely, dying day.