I have spent many mornings on that marsh, alone in the stillness, or thrilling to the sounds and sights of hundreds of birds. I have seen many beautiful sunrises and stunning wildlife.
The chance to share my photographs of a place that I have come to know so well has been a dream for some time, but today it's real.
This morning I was on Prime Hook again, watching the herons silently stalk their prey. A red-shouldered hawk flew over me, so close I could see every detail on its belly. These are the moments I live for. I've spent the last several years observing and photographing Prime Hook, and now some of that work is being published.
I recall the stinging wind on my face that bitter cold morning that I took this photograph. I had hiked out before dawn in 21-degree weather to see the snow geese. My fingers were so numb by the time I was getting the shot I could barely feel the shutter release. And then the sun peeked through. Nearly a quarter million birds rose in a rush of wings and sound. I knew right then that it was a magical shot, one I would remember for a very long time. Yes. Good things take time. And it was worth the wait.