EmRose Photography

I’ve heard it said before, that writers do their best writing at an airport or on a plane.  Today I am testing that theory.   I’ve managed to slide my shoes back on and grab my belongings off the security conveyer.  Wandered to the nearest coffee shop with two hours to spare and images to drop from one of my favorite destinations to date.  The coffee is terrible, the crowd is motivated.  Nestled in a corner with my dear friend and cousin, Melissa, I quickly set up shop.  Looking back thru images from one of my best friends weddings in Bald Head Island, NC.  Oh, did I mention I have a tan?  I need to throw that in there, I’m proud.

Arriving to Bald Head is just as cool as being on Bald Head.  Leave your car behind and catch a ferry to an island where you will only have golf carts and bicycles as means of transportation. That’s just awesome.  There is nothing more relaxing about not having to hop in a car, it’s a casual no biggie to just cruise down the lane to the market for a banana.  Which would seem so daunting if I were driving a car, it would ruin the island mood.  When I arrived to the Island it was dark, this was a bummer.  But I quickly realized it was ideal, because I knew it would feel like Christmas morning when I woke up…running to the window to peek out and see what was there.  On the golf cart ride to the beach house in the dark, we were swaying thru what seemed like a forrest-jungle for what seemed like quite a while.  I could only see what the dim lights from the cart were shining on, which was not much but woods and a excitingly scary curvy lane in the woods. It was hot, but pleasant. And I could smell the beach in the air.  I already loved the place and hadn’t even seen it yet.

I was right. It was awesome.  From the moment I woke up to…well to just about now at the airport, I was a giddy.  I couldn’t wait to see the beach so I took the bicycle the house provided and sniffed my way to the saltwater.  The sand, the fallen fences, the dunes, the sandpipers…were all waiting for me.  Ahh yeah.  I quickly laid my bike beside the rope that lined the beach access and ran straight to the water and just stood there.  Funny how in that moment you breath deeper and close your eyes almost involuntarily.  There is something about the ocean that makes me feel so small.  Yes, it is gigantic and that’s a given, but just materializing the realism of the ocean, right there, as I stand at the edge- it’s breathtaking.  I am thankful.

My overall rating for Bald Head is a solid 98% awesome.  It dropped 2 from perfect only because the mosquitos in the jungle/woods area were terrible and somebody should tell you that.  Before you ruin your swagger in your suit by looking like you have the plague.  There is a southern meets island meets nautical feel.  It’s family friendly, quaint, quiet, cottage meets beachy, casual and southern.  I loved it.

So I’ll leave you with a shot of my friend, Hannah.  She is stunning and I asked her if I could photograph her during the trip.  Oh, did I mention why I was even there?  Maybe I did…you’ll have to pardon my forgetfulness, I am on island speed. I was there for my best friends wedding as a bridesmaid.  I was in the ceremony so I couldn’t shoot it, (my amazing cousin/friend Melissa did) but I did shoot just about everything else.  I couldn’t help myself.  So be on the lookout for that post.  Forreal. It will be pretty cool I think.

It’s about time to board the plane.  Thanks for keeping me company while I waited.  HAPPY SUNDAY!!!