Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge
Our vacation this spring was an ambitious one that started in the mountains of Virginia and Tennessee ending with a thirteen and a half hour drive to arrive in Chincoteague. We went from temperatures in the nineties to the sixties and seventies which were more to my liking. One day fog rolled in from the ocean covering the beach in a veil of white so dense that my hair was dripping with water. Perhaps a better photograph could have included a person or a bird, but this is what was and the empty vastness of it lacking a true horizon was what attracted me to sit with my camera at the end of a day. It was like an exhale so expansive that I became paralyzed to leave.