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…

My love affair with Assateague Island begins long before I ever step foot on it.  As a child, I read “Misty of Chincoteague” by Marguerite Henry over and over and dream of going to see this magical island with the wild horses…