Author Archives: David Alan Harvey

OBX landscape


Outer Banks NC. Nov 12, 2016. Down here in the outer banks we’ve got strip malls, some bad architectural choices, and too much tourist traffic in summer. BUT within 5 minutes of anywhere you can be in the “middle of nowhere”. Either by boat by car or on foot. I’m sitting on the tarmac at LaGuardia as I write this caption , yet am headed for this beach solace. Wind and water shape this super thin strip of sand where a few of us have decided to live. Geologically precarious by nature’s design. The place literally changes daily. Any map of this island is literally out of date within 24 hours. We move. We gain sand in one place we lose sand in another. No such thing as stabilized. Geologically New York is also a barrier island just like the outer banks. Only difference is that on our island we are zoned for max building height of 35 feet. I love both NYC and OBX. At this moment though I’m dreaming the solitude.

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Nat Geo cover



I’m on my front porch in my fave spot looking at sand and wind and light. Darkroom ready to roll. So yea it’s a bit of nostalgia time before I hit the road again soon for a 6 week marathon. This was my first cover for NatGeoMagazine back in ’73 when I was 29. Whew! That big 30 was coming fast and I was a passionate dude. This was shot not far from where I sit OBX (also later a story in NatGeo).This boy “progging” ,going after blue crabs in the marshes on Tangier Island in the Chesapeake Bay, helped change my life since the editors loved my first story and it had been my proposal. So I was on a roll. Yet secretly I wasn’t proud of this picture. Wasn’t my style. It was “funny” and I wanted to be taken seriously. Besides it was a horizontal cropped vertical and that killed me too. Yet overall the essay was laid out by Bill Garrett and was beautifully done. So I was in. This after 8 years of hard scrabble and married with two sons.The family of course was with me for part of this assignment and led

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Love on Escambrón Beach, San Juan. #puertorico #sanjuan #beachlife #beachgames #love #fujixpro2

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Work space David Alan Harvey

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Photo by Frank Brown @obxhomepage, if anyone really knows @davidalanharvey David’s work space is mainly his iPhone. The saying at your desk literally meant you were at your desk. Now it means if you have your phone turned on you are at your desk.At home with David Alan Harvey on a winters day.

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I’ve now done 4 pictures in a row from Rio/Bahia in Brazil. All a bit different in subject matter. I’ll do 2 more tomorrow.The 6 Brazil pictures do not encompass very much territory. I tend to choose very few places to shoot especially in a broad topic.This picture was published both in National Geographic and my more personalized novella photo book (based on a true story).. I always know with any photo essay I cannot show everything. I can only be symbolic or capture mood or reveal personality. It’s all subjective especially since I’m a gringo. I am a guest in Brazil. I try to always act as a privileged guest wherever I work. I have no empirical knowledge. I learn from those I photograph. For this type of shot I just become part of the scene . Sitting. Having a caipirinha. Waiting. Not aggressive and not appearing to anyone as a professional. The only thing I have going is my overall positive feelings about the culture. I wouldn’t even want to do articles or books if that’s not how I felt. Photography as a tool is a terrific way to journey through life. No two days alike. It’s also …

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James Whitlow Delano – The Little People: Equatorial Rainforest Project

Looking south over the Plain of Bah, in the heart of Borneo, was the last intensively inhabited valley in Sarawak that industrial loggers had now reached but they are now on the outskirts of Bario.

James Whitlow Delano

The Little People: Equatorial Rainforest Project

In the Eden-like rainforests that once clothed the equator, multinational corporations are quietly stealing the resources of powerless, largely voiceless indigenous peoples whose names still identify the mountains, the valleys, and the rivers from where oil, timber, gold and other valuable minerals are spirited away. Imagine one morning walking into the New York’s Central Park only to be denied entry at the gates as oil derricks can be seen rising up from the flowerbeds. You protest, that this is a public park and it belongs to everyone, but a stranger stands in your way waving an official document. Perhaps it has been written in a language you don’t speak, and in an alphabet you cannot read. This park is not yours, explains the stranger. In fact it never was, because it has always belonged to the government who has now leased your land to this corporation you’ve never heard of, from a country you have never been. Finally, he gleefully informs you, should you try to enter these grounds, he will have you arrested, or worse.

This is exactly what has happened in Borneo, where indigenous Dayak peoples have found themselves …

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