Two Ways of Seeing the Morning
This weekend, I’m on Amelia Island, where the day began with a cold so sharp that it felt personal. Windchill in the 20s, my breath clouding in the air.
And yet, the sunrise still showed up, a quiet offering against the chill.
Fernandina Beach Sunrise
Two cameras, two interpretations. One above is light, wispy, almost hesitant, the kind of softness that feels borrowed from a painting. The morning itself is stretching into wakefulness... The other, a shift in composition, a shorter exposure (nine seconds apart), but each its own truth. Two ways of seeing the same moment, and somehow, I can’t choose between them.
Fernandina Beach Sunrise
