Photo Essay

Assateague Island

Every year we camp on Assateague Island with the ponies. I used to stay around the camp site or go up to the beach but now with a camera in my hand, I find myself deep in the brush taking pictures of sassy crabs, smelly water, dead trees, or rare flowers. I do have to say if you find yourself in a spot where the wind isn't blowing, the mosquitos will rape you.

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