We arrive in the night. A 32kph gale shoves sub-freezing air in our faces.
Twice we tumble, carrying bags, camera gear and complaining cat to the door.
Morning comes and the gale prevails. It’ll stop sometime, we say.
Golden hour. Winds are just as stiff. View is beautiful all the same.
This brief boardwalk spans a salt marsh that separates us from the Chesapeake bay. Blurred grasses bend in the wind.
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Arthur P. Johnson is an award-winning creative professional with 30+ years of experience in advertising, product development, screen writing, and television and web production. He has loved photography all his adult life and now he's doing it all the time. It's exciting, exhausting and scary, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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