Hands down, this image was taken on the coldest morning I have ever gone out to shoot in. I am talking bone-chilling – hands can’t even feel the shutter through three layers of gloves and mittens, and that’s only after being out for point two seconds – cold. Oh and by the way, did I mention how cold it was!?
So here’s the story, if you know me in person, then you know I am a pretty busy person between work, family, and my side hustle (aka hobby that I pretend is a second job). That means I take what I can get for days out in the field. This day I planned the night before with my husband. I had been wanting to get a Popham sunrise for quite some time. I was determined. So yeah, two degrees meant nothing to me… at least not until we were out on the beach with the glacial wind skating across our faces and the crunching beneath our boots of frozen ocean water. Yeah, I didn’t even know ocean water froze. Let’s just say that Popham is now the measure for us. Like “it can’t be as bad as Popham” or “that’s Popham lows; cross that off the agenda today.”
When the sun rose that morning, words can’t describe how its perfect warmth penetrated my face. I felt peace through pain, whatever that means. Don’t get me wrong, I was cold and couldn’t feel my butt, but my heart was warm, and I was with my favorite person. That experience has been forever stamped in my memory bank, making that cold, COLD morning worth the trip. As far as images go, it was a serene-looking morning, with no drama in the sky, but I enjoyed trying to capture the waves in long exposures of pattern as they danced beneath the morning rays. Thanks for reading, love you guys.