I’m not an early morning person. I get why early risers love it. It’s cooler, the air feels a little fresher, there is less nose, you feel like you have command of the day and an early morning coffee at a beach side cafe is just a little more delicious.
But a warm comfy bed is pretty damn spectacular as well. So getting up early to shoot is a task and a half for me. I don’t naturally wake up early. It takes an alarm and a lot of will power. The alarm always does it’s job, but will power lets me down 50% of the time. I’ll stumble out of bed, check the potential conditions and either go back to bed, or swear under my breath and get dressed. If I’m making the effort, it better bloody be worth it.
On this particular morning the sky and the sunset were about a 6.5 out of 10. The beach faces north so the sun rises hard to the right in the north west. It’s not a great angle. Half the beach is in the glow, half is in the dark. Other conditions have to be on your side to get any type of shot. Four of the five times I’ve tried to get something...anything...early in the morning those conditions haven’t worked out. On this particular occasion however, the tide was on its way out and the wet sand it left behind was doing an amazing interpretation of a mirror.
Not every morning trip to the beach salutes you with a fiery sunrise and a beach to match. Most of these mornings have been a yawn filled drive to the ocean, a two minute disappointment and a grumpy drive home. But some mornings, everything is “straight fire”