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When I arrived, the
sky was dark and ominous, the night air was charged
and full of static. Lightning buried deep within the
clouds filled the massive thunderstorms with luminous
white light. Powerful thunder rolled across the waves
crashing loudly onto the beach in front of me. Sadly
these storms began to die, their energy depleted,
they disappeared into the dense humid blackness from
which they came. Above, the stars are ending there
nightly journey across the heavens, slowly fading as
the first hint of blue appears on the horizon.
To my great delight,
new storms begin to form, I quickly start to look for
a place to capture this rapidly developing scene. To
the West, I can see a
wrecked shrimp boat
partially submerged, waves pounding into it's hull.
To the East, a lone fisherman is standing patiently as
the tide pushes the surf over his feet, high onto the
beach forming a pool of water and a perfect
reflection. There's something about reflections that
I can't resist, so I leave the boat for another
time and turn my attention to the East and the
awesome sunrise that's unfolding before me.
The first rays of
sunshine are already illuminating the tops of the
towering clouds as I'm setting up my equipment, brilliant yellow and gold light suddenly bathes the
land. Instinctively, I determine the exposure and
composition and fire off a frame, using my 28-85
lens I zoom out slightly and shoot another, I
check my exposure and take one more before the magic
moment is over forever. The man who was unknowingly
posing for me retreats to higher ground as the
beautiful light rapidly vanishes and another day
begins.
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