If you want to be a photographer, you have to get up early. Ask anyone. The Morning Light is the best, deepest, most interesting, greatest detail.
I am a photographer. But generally, I avoid the Morning Light by flopping a pillow over my head and burrowing more deeply under the covers.
However, I am on vacation. I am on Sanibel Island. I am told the the sunrises are beautiful. I'd like to see one, and perhaps even get a photo of it. I have a plan.
Night before, I pack my camera gear in the car. Check the time for sunrise (6:58 AM!). Set my alarm (6:30 AM!). Lay out my clothes. Measure out the coffee. I'm ready! Up for sunrise photos, for sure!
Sleep. Ah, wonderful sleep. Great dream, except for that annoying bird. Elbow in my side. Husband: "Is that your alarm?". Yes, it is. Bolting from bed, I slam my thigh into the corner of the bedside table. That smarts! Locate the alarm. 6:33 AM. Looking down, I watch blood in a thin rivulet drip down my thigh. Pressure, must have pressure. Stop the bleeding, wash the gouge, have to get band aids. Okay, I've got this.
Time a'wastin'. It is now 6:45. Make the coffee. Realize I won't have time to drive to the Lighthouse before sunrise, so lie down a minute while the coffee brews. MMMM.,.wake up, it is 7:45. Okay, missed sunrise. Bet there are some birds on the beach, though.
Grab my coffee, and head to the garage. My cameras are in the trunk. I pop the trunk, and lean into the space. Bash my head on the trunk latch. Ouch! Only a little blood, but I need ice for the goose egg. Back upstairs, get ice, head to the beach with my coffee, my camera, my icebag.
Get to the beach, and realize...need the bathroom. Light is not good. I'm in no mood to be creative and in love with the light. Return to the condo, and find that Scott is awake. It is 8:45 AM. I have been up for over two hours, and not shot a single image. Here's today's score:
Gouge in thigh: one
Goose Egg on head: one
Sunrises: zero
Bird photos: zero
Sleep: not enough
Crankiness: 100%
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