My sunset photographs rarely do the real scene justice. Often it is because there is nothing in the foreground to make a good composition. These dead trees on a nearby beach are a little something but I didn’t get a great angle.
Knowing the right spots for the time of year is a help. So is luck. Now that we are in our second year in South Carolina I might do better with the locations. For the luck, all you can do is get out there.
Taking photographs of the rising or setting sun highlights just how quickly the earth moves. During the rest of the day you are hardly aware of this, but when working to position yourself in just the right spot at either end of daylight you feel like you are racing against the sun.
This Great Blue Heron seemed content with his chosen spot to watch the marsh start a new day. He stayed put until the sun was fully up and the glare kept me from seeing him.
Just four minutes after the first shot above, the photograph below was taken just before the sun would be blinding in my face.
It was perfectly still as the sun was coming up with the fog just hanging in place. A single Great Blue Heron disturbed by our passing disappeared to the other side of the pond.
As it got a little brighter hundreds of Pelicans passed over us in undulating formations. No perfect Vs like the Canada Geese on the move for them: the general direction was south but the line weaved and occasionally a group swung around in a loop.