Do Extraordinary Things
I saw it was another foggy morning when I woke up and looked out my window, and this was exciting after the experience I had yesterday (which resulted in my photo being on the news). Knowing what to expect, I was able to time it perfectly to get to my shooting location at just as the clouds were starting to turn pink through the fog, while a ghostly skyline faded in and out of existence.
It was a foggy morning, to the point where the city skyline was almost completely invisible.
I took a few shots of somewhat eerie scenes that accentuated the fog, and I was happy with them.
But then I started to see a few tiny breaks in the clouds overhead.
After more than 10 months of photographing the sunrise every day, I can usually sense when something incredible is going to happen, and this was one of those times.
So I waited a little while. And then it happened.
It was another clear morning, so I decided to take a stroll through the Stevens campus to get some of the best views in town. I think fall may be my favorite time of year on this campus.
I took a lot of photos all over the campus, but I loved the way the sun came through the trees in the one you see here.
Normally I try to avoid lens flare in my photos, but I think it actually works in this one. (though I have other similar shots without the lens flare…it’s just a matter of preference)
Sometimes it’s better to stop trying so hard and let things happen on their own.
This morning’s sky was perfectly clear, which can be challenging to photograph. I walked along the waterfront and captured a few different shots, none of which were more than mildly interesting. Eventually I resigned myself to the feeling that I wasn’t going to get any better shots than what I already had.
On the walk home, I passed through this area and noticed the gorgeously colored leaves. I shot a series of photos all around this area, and as the sun came up and began to shine through the autumn leaves, I knew my morning had redeemed itself.
Baseball season is now officially over, so I decided to go back to where it all began. Here I am standing on the site of the first baseball game ever played.
I stood there for a while watching a sky that was dominated by blue and white, with no other colors.
I waited a little while and finally as the sun continued to rise I saw some orange trying to fight its way through, but it was mostly suppressed and never became more than just a faint glimmer or pale orange light.