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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Beaufort, NC


4 comments:

Markus said...

Very fine patterns, James. That classical wooden fence, subject of American photographs probably from the very beginning, is unknown here in Germany, and I do have to say I miss its graphical qualities.

James Weekes said...

Thank you. There will be more to come. Beaufort is the home of the white fence. Almost every house in the town is white, great fun. I'd like to be the person who sells white paint there.

Carl Weese said...

Nice shot, from an interesting place. On the southern loop of my 2012 drive-in theater expedition I got to the theater there in the late afternoon on a Thursday. After getting my pictures of the place, the owner told me finding a room would be tough, but he'd try to pull some strings. He placed calls to people he knew at several hotels, and no strings were pulled. Every other Thursday, a class graduates from boot camp, or whatever it's called—I think the local military base is Marines—and nobody can get a room in the town unless you've made reservations six months in advance. This proved to be true. I wound up driving down to Savannah to find a place to stay. I tried a couple hotels on my way out of town, including a Howard Johnson—a chain that has disappeared up here in New England and East Central states, though they were everywhere when I was young. I felt something off as I walked into the lobby. An overly polite clerk at the desk carefully explained to me that Graduation Thursday is always sold out months in advance, but he had a nervous look about him. He suggested my best bet was to line out for Savannah. The lobby was busy, the parking lot had been full of activity as I walked in, and it dawned on me I was the only white man on the premises.

James Weekes said...

Great story.