Over Thanksgiving weekend, we went to Assateague Island with my parents and my brother, my sister-in-law, and my nephews. Here are a few photos of the island in winter.
A view over the marsh.
At the water’s edge.
An empty shell.
A seagull strides along the surf.
The empty beach.
An egret stalks the marsh.
A Chincoteague pony in the McDonald’s parking lot.
I like Assateague in the winter. It’s lonely and wild and harsh. The ocean feels enormous and it feels like it’s just me and the birds. Or sometimes just me.
Do you like the beach in the winter?