Tuesday, September 29, 2015
I've always been a morning person. When I was in high school I fought it. I wanted to be a cool kid who stayed up till 2am to paint the town. I gave that up around 17, when I started going to bed at 8:30 and waking up at 4am. Although my normal sleep schedule has shifted later since then, there's still something I love about mornings and no more so than when I'm facing two hours of jet lag. Suddenly 6am feels like 8am and I'm more than happy to hop out of bed, throw on clothes, and head out with my camera as soon as a faint light appears on the horizon.
The pictures above were captured on an early morning in Parksville, Vancouver Island in the middle of our trip. Parksville was a quick stop for us on the way to Tofino. We decided to break up the drive into two days and stay at a hotel on the beach.
Parksville is on the east side of the island. That morning we woke up for a walk along the beach's boardwalk. Hardly anyone was awake. A few early-rising locals were out, but the beach was otherwise human-less. As we wandered along the sun rose over the water, painting the sea and the sky and the clouds. The geese that had settled in a nearby field for the night rose with the sun and took off to continue their long journey south.