It is winter and bitter cold in New England.  I stay close to home and go out locally to photograph birds, but many are elusive.  I focus on winter projects, go through my photo archives, edit and organize photos, catch up on paperwork and such.  I hibernate a bit and enjoy the time at home.  But the days are not too many until I leave on my next trip…

It is difficult to put into words the scene before me.  The sun is just rising.  I am on the beach and it is chaotic and cacophonous. The birds are busy.  Common Terns fly overhead.  Black Skimmers fly straight towards me and veer off at the last second…