Mother Nature Holds All The Cards

Why does the weatherman always get it right when I need better light for my photos?  Those of you who have followed my blogs know the weather always seems to work against us. During our epic 24 state trip to Alaska, we were plagued with rain at several stops. People in Texas were begging us to head their way and give them relief from their drought conditions. And this assignment has been no different with the worst of the weather on our days off.

Our Monday decision was to head to Chincoteague in Virginia because our blue sky morning was not going to last. Hindsight is 20/20 and we should have chosen Washington DC and Cherry Blossoms. From everything I’ve read, they were at peak. I guess my decision making process needs a review.

We have never seen many horses when we visit the home of Marguerite Henry’s classic, Misty and Monday was no exception. There were about 15 horses in the distance, to far for my lens, grazing on the marsh grass. We only saw one mare up close on the walking path around the swan pool. It is our belief she either escaped the Spring Roundup or wasn’t included because of her apparent age.

In either case, we did have one bright spot. The Assateague Light, resplendent with a fresh coat of paint, was a jewel sitting high above the sandy shoreline on it’s promontory. The classic wide red and white bands showed no stress and the ironworks around the now electrified navigational aid appeared pristine. The lighthouse stands 142 feet tall, is owned by Fish and Wildlife but maintained by Chincoteague Wildlife Refuge, and can be seen 19 miles out to sea.