I do not like getting up early. I love sleeping in. I’m a night owl, stay up late, wake up later. My best work is usually done late in the evening. But even though I feel this way, I can not ignore how good it feels to get up early and to be the first to get to something special before anyone else.
Crowds are the least most exciting part of travelling. Waiting in lines to get on the plane, or to get on a ride at a theme park, it’s like that annoying nephew who picks up a box of lego, pores it all over the floor, and leaves it for you to have to pick it all up piece by piece.
The feeling of being the first to get there and having the whole site to your self. There’s nothing quite like it.
I’ve mentioned this previously, I will be first to say I’m not a photographer in the truest sense of the word, but I love trying to chase the perfect shot. To create that lasting memory exactly the way it felt at the time and how my eyes percieved it to look.
Arriving late to a location, for me, has resulted in disapointment as crowds of people are marching all of the place. As such, it’s never going to be possible to get the shot I want. Instead, you’re stuck with pictures of people zooming around behind you trying to do the same thing as you.
Morning also presents one of the best times of the day to take pictures. The sun isn’t too bright, and the nice shade creates images rich in colour. The same can be said for the evening sun, but again it presents the issue of crouds of people interrupting your shot.
So why do I enjoy getting up early when I’m travelling – becuase I can avoid lines and crowds, enjoy the activity with minimal to no people, and get that perfect shot I enjoy chasing.