There is something special about the Outer Banks in the winter. The tourists are gone, with many of the houses boarded up to survive the nor’easters of the colder months. Hotels* are empty and restaurants are closed, leaving messages of thankfulness for another great summer season. Construction is in full force, unless the waves are pumping. The light is harsh and the shadows long. So much beauty in the rawness at this time of year.
*The Beacon Motor Lodge has since been torn down to make room for a row of new and shiny ocean-front mansions.