Eventually the wind will quiet down and the clouds will part and I will have my perfect time on the river.
Searching for a perfect time on the river
Author: ocracokewaves
A now sane individual who escaped the world of selling technology, now living in the rolling hills of the North Carolina Piedmont. I have been at one time or another, a farmer, a director for Apple, and a vice president at Wideopen Networks. I continue to pursue my love of photography and writing. I have great memories of boating, fishing, kayaking, swimming, and hiking the beaches along North Carolina's Southern Outer Banks where we lived for fifteen years.
Bewitching Memories of Spring
Spring has been a tease this year, but we will get there. Read more….
Tomatoes on the Crystal Coast
A few of my tips will lead to greater success when growing tomatoes along the North Carolina coast area know as the Crystal Coast.
Signatures of Spring
Just a few things define spring on the Crystal Coast, one of them is low water. Read more here.
Successful ethical living
Many people believe that it is impossible to be ethical and successful. I disagree. Read more here.
The Chance To Be Great
We each achieve greatness in our own way but what do perfect rolls have to do with it? This article has some thoughts on approaching greatness but great rolls are not the answer unless rolls are your mission in life.
Our Disappearing Photographic History
Is your iPhone eating your photos? How hard is it for you to find a photo you took ten years ago? Read more.
No Guilt for Your Snow
The Blizzard of 2016 might have its birthplace near us, but we are innocent bystanders. Many of us moved here to escape snow.
The Hesitation Between Seasons
Winter is usually pretty nice to us but we do have to work our way through a month or so of it. Of course a winter day to us is one when the temperature does not get above 50F. Read more here.
Winter in our Cove?
The air temperature made it to 67F today. Can we actually call that winter? We might as well since we know that winter cannot be far away.
Our technological infirmity 