
Due to the weather and other factors, we got to go beach panning on only one morning in Delaware. I love beach panning and the unique perspective it offers and I’d hoped to get some really great shots. But we were under attack at Slaughter Beach. No, not by the adorable shorebirds like this Semi-palmated Sandpiper heading in my direction, but by swarms of nasty black flies that not only bit, their bite sliced, drew blood, and was painful. It was, quite frankly, a miserable experience and followed the no-see-um attack we’d experienced on our first day. Apparently the direction of the wind that morning was the culprit bringing the flies to us instead of blowing them away from us. I found myself constantly swatting flies from my cheeks, eyes, and hands and flailing my arms and legs which caused the birds to leave. The flies even crawled into my shoes and up my pant leg. A passerby told us that the DEET repellent we’d applied did nothing to deter this menace and he was quite frankly astounded that we were actually laying on the sand and subjecting ourselves to the attack. In the end, I managed to get only a few shots I liked because I couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand. As a result, I didn’t do my best. I will say, though, that despite the flailing, I managed to keep my horizon straight most of the time, one of the things I usually find to be a challenge in beach panning so some good came of it. Getting slaughtered, in more ways than one, at Slaughter Beach is an experience I won’t soon forget.






















