This morning was one of those times where I questioned my own sanity for being out there before dawn, but there was a perfect crescent potential on the horizon. A 5.6% waning crescent a little less than an hour and a half before sunrise. It was freezing, my fingertips going numb even through my gloves. There was snow. Snow up to my knees, and I've never been called short. The world was totally quiet except for the ocean slapping against the shore, the crunch crunch beneath my feet, and my panting breath from stepping through the deep snow.
And then! Now that I had my car out, I could head to location!
I went to Perkins Cove for the crescent, (possible future story to come) then zipped down to Nubble as I'd not yet seen it with the Holiday Lights and a fresh blanket of snow.
I sat with my car's heat on as high as it would go, psyching myself up for going back into the cold, but it wasn't really needed because the fluorescent lights drew me like the scent of pie in one of those old cartoons.
The horizon just lit up. Perfect burner morning of wild mix of pinks and oranges and purples against the stark white snow and freezing blue sea. I have about a hundred of nearly the same photo as cases with some mornings like these. Sometimes I joke I'm not a real photographer because I can have trouble making photos and talking. Remembering my settings, my ideas, calling on my creative forces is tough. That's what makes me better though too I think, being able to still play with the light and learn new things usually leads to some surprise magic like this morning.
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This morning was one of those times where I questioned my own sanity for being out there before dawn, but there was a perfect crescent potential on the horizon. A 5.6% waning crescent a little less than an hour and a half before sunrise. It was freezing, my fingertips going numb even through my gloves. There was snow. Snow up to my knees, and I've never been called short. The world was totally quiet except for the ocean slapping against the shore, the crunch crunch beneath my feet, and my panting breath from stepping through the deep snow.
And then! Now that I had my car out, I could head to location!
I went to Perkins Cove for the crescent, (possible future story to come) then zipped down to Nubble as I'd not yet seen it with the Holiday Lights and a fresh blanket of snow.
I sat with my car's heat on as high as it would go, psyching myself up for going back into the cold, but it wasn't really needed because the fluorescent lights drew me like the scent of pie in one of those old cartoons.
The horizon just lit up. Perfect burner morning of wild mix of pinks and oranges and purples against the stark white snow and freezing blue sea. I have about a hundred of nearly the same photo as cases with some mornings like these. Sometimes I joke I'm not a real photographer because I can have trouble making photos and talking. Remembering my settings, my ideas, calling on my creative forces is tough. That's what makes me better though too I think, being able to still play with the light and learn new things usually leads to some surprise magic like this morning.
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