Anyone who knows me or has ever interacted with me in the morning could probably corroborate one fact about me. I am not a morning person. I’ve never been one and I’ve long since accepted the fact that I’m never going to become one. This really comes into conflict with trying to be a productive landscape photographer. After all, with focusing generally on the edges of the day to try to capture the light and brilliant colours that they bring, omitting the mornings removes 50% of those.
With that in mind, and the whole “get out there” philosophy I’m trying to adopt. I set the alarm this past Sunday morning, my one sleep-in morning of the week, fought the allure of the warm bed, and got myself up and out the door to do some landscape photography.
The skies looked promising on the drive out to Prospect, Nova Scotia. “Is that a band of clear sky just between the horizon and the clouds above?” I wondered as I was approaching my planned destination. Stepping out of the car, greeted by a fairly nice (for January in NS) -2°C and a calm morning, things were looking good.
From likely equal parts of the morning haze and not properly scouting the location, I struggled to find a composition that I really liked. Something to capture all the elements available in front of me. I was finally able to find a one I liked with a nice foreground to lead you in the dual subjects in front of the rising sun. The sky didn’t light up with the colour that I had hoped, but there was still plenty to work with. I set up my tripod a bit higher, composing the frame to just get the best parts of the sky and took the shot.
I did feel like there was more here that I wasn’t able to capture, but I came away with one image I liked and left something for next time. Did this success convert me to a morning person? Not by a long shot, but it chipped away at it a little bit.