I barely got any sleep last night. The baby kept us up all night, and it was pouring outside when my alarm finally went off. It’s Saturday. It was one of those mornings where I was left thinking “Why am I doing this to myself?” It would have been easy to have just gone back to bed. But I am determined to photograph the sunrise every morning that I am physically able, and see how long I can do it and see where it takes me. Almost automatically, I got out of bed and started to get ready. Based on the weather, I knew immediately in my head the location where I would go for this morning’s photo.
The rain was coming down steadily. There was a dense fog hanging over the city, chopping off the tops of the skyscrapers, and I knew I wanted to capture it. I also knew the rain would create some nice reflections on the ground.
I had an umbrella, but that only lasted a few minutes until I got to my shooting location. At that point, I needed two hands to get set up and start shooting. I got drenched. It’s a good thing my equipment is water-sealed. Raindrops kept getting on the front of my lens, despite my best efforts (using a lens hood, holding my umbrella over my camera, etc). I repeatedly kept wiping my lens off so the drops wouldn’t get in the way. In the end, the photograph I liked best ended up being the one with raindrops on the lens, because I felt it best conveyed this morning’s scene.