Every summer, our intrepid “Bramblin’ Man” heads into thorny thickets across North Carolina, braving bugs and briars for the promise of blackberry cobbler.
On the meaning we find in a cemetery, the tokens we leave behind, and the clarity that comes with loss and time.
The appeal of surf fishing goes way beyond the catch of the day. On the Outer Banks, anglers cast for bluefish and red drum — becoming one with the wind and waves.
They fight, they flit, they sing and swoop. If they’re lucky, these lovebirds will find themselves a mate this spring — while putting on a show for the rest of us.
Jars of last year’s harvest — lovingly put up and generously gifted — promise a pop! of warmth during the waning days of winter.
Old, forgotten farm buildings hold stories and beg to be explored.
When snow flies, kids head for the hills — the bigger and icier, the better.
Sometimes St. Nick needs an assistant to help keep his spirit alive for a child — at least for one more year.
Deep within a coastal forest near Harlowe, a Quaker church once stood. It’s long gone — but not forgotten.