I’m usually not a morning person. I get it. It’s a different world early in the morning and I understand why people want to get after the day early. The light is better the air is crisper, it’s quieter and calmer. I totally totally understand the attraction. But no matter where I have lived, my brain seems to think 830 is the perfect time to wake up and only an alarm can change that. My brain also downs tools around 1130-12 so anything before 8 is a challenge. Occasionally I rise to the challenge voluntarily. Of course when work requires an early start I can pull it off. Not cheerily mind you. My look is more of a dark hearted scowl. So getting up early there had better be a good reason.
The reason on this occasion was Lake Burley Griffin. A man made lake that cuts through the middle of Australian capital city Canberra, Burley Griffin can be magical and it can be rubbish. On this particular none too warm morning, it was closer to rubbish. The wind was up and the lake was choppy. Even though it’s possible to flatten a light chop on the water, it doesn’t look that great. It’s not reflective and glassy, qualities I’m learning to love when I shoot photos.
I circled the lake in the hope that at least one part of the lake was protected from the wind and would give me an image I wanted. Inner Angry Tim was ready to burst out of my chest if nothing was worthwhile. Inner Angry Tim especially hates early mornings.
On the eastern edge of the lake is a war memorial on a small island. I night the island may provide some protection for the water from the wind. The Carillon structure might just give some reflection as well. I lived in Canberra for 4 years and for family reasons it’s on my short list of places I would like to return to.
The one time local knowledge was right. The island was providing protection from the wind and the early morning light was pretty damn nice. It was chilly and the sun was coming up behind me so I was only able to get a small number of shots. I made a few errors and made the carillon too bright and blew out colour. A fatal flaw in photography. A few pics however made the early morning worth my while.
As I looked back through my collection of photos I realised that it’s pretty rare that an early morning photo trip isn’t worth it. I’ll never love early mornings, but I’m starting to not hate them either.