Thursday evening my body told me that a Friday morning photography session was in order. The decision was made and I was off at 5 am the next morning.

I was somewhat happy to see a mix of storm clouds and clear skies as I drove through the darkness.  I say somewhat, because I do very little but create images of wildlife from my car these days, and if the clouds won the battle that was taking place above my head, well my morning might be that of a spectator.  The good news is that a spectacular sunrise would be appreciated by the spectator almost as much as the photographer.

I drove into to my chosen destination near sunrise, but the clouds appeared too heavy to allow me to appreciate “the color of light”.  Then as I sat in my car I noticed the not quite risen sun began to light up a specific cloud.  If one cloud could brighten, maybe a couple more.  I quickly drove to a good location and it was beginning to happen.  The photographer inside couldn’t take it any more, and I was off.  First on land and then on sea (so to speak), I looked for compositions that would accent the clouds.  It lasted about ten minutes.  I gave thanks for yet another spectacular sunrise in a life that has been filled with many.

Actually the entire time that I created images a large ominous cloud dropped rain on my head and camera.  It was worth it.  If you look at the third picture you can see the raindrops hitting the water.  That composition minimizes the colorful clouds somewhat but it was done intentionally to show the rain.  The photos below are shown in the order that they were made.

The sun did rise and the clouds did leave.  That left me just enough time for one little Killdeer picture.

Never say never.