I love the mornings.
It is the time when I have the most energy. Feel at my most creative. It’s the time [ in my opinion ] when I take the best photos. The streets are empty. No one notices a photographer. The light, or absence thereof, is great.
Orange, light blue, pink. The color swatch of the morning.
In the mornings I have the most profound thoughts. Ideas of what to write. What to photograph. How to get out of a bad funk. I remember my ‘happiest’ times were just before work a few years ago – sitting down having a coffee and just scribbling in a notebook for one or two hours at a time.
I capture intimate moments.
A man sitting on the sidewalk, alone with his thoughts. Wondering perhaps where his next meal is coming from. Or the lady and her young daughter sitting on the side of the road – she wonders where life went wrong for her. Maybe someone on their way to an interview or starting a new job.
Or walking past an apartment complex and wonder what is going on behind drawn curtains.
Fog making everything look spooky. A few lone souls on their way somewhere. Just looking at this image takes my mind on a wild journey of exploration.
Mornings offer great light. Especially winter mornings. The sun rises a lot later than usual which means lights stay on longer. Making eerie scene like the ones below much easier.
