I'm six months behind on photo editing projects. One of the bigger photosets I'm working through is from a July road trip to a wedding in North Carolina's Outer Banks. Amazing as it is to say this, I've never spent time in the American South before. Boston's Institute of Contemporary Art hosted a wondrous exhibit on the South earlier this year, and it piqued my interest in seeing a bit of the region. Some things were exactly as I'd imagined: The cricket sounds, the oppressive heat, the broken down cars by the side of the flat roads through Delaware and Virginia, the green-ness, the road stands, the hot wet asphalt mornings. Other things I hadn't known to imagine—like the Outer Banks's odd combination of wildness and gentility.
In no particular order: A striking summer storm, wild horses near the Carolina-Virginia border, a married pair's first kiss, and a white sand highway with which I became a little obsessed.
