Don’t Let It Bring You Down…
Me? I’m one of the dawn ghosts.
I’m part of the scenery. There he goes, nose in the iPhone…
In Ft Lauderdale, the A1A wavewall (which I rarely ever shoot, and is in the out-of-shot foreground of a lot of my images) attracts the runners and the joggers and the dawn walkers – there are a lot of us sunrise-compulsives.
The Russian guy with his exercises, the earth goddess who dances with palm trees, the zen-yoga dude, the old gal who skims stones…
There are many who walk/run the A1A sidewalks every day. Some are fit-as-a-butchers-dog runners practicing for life’s marathon who pound the tarmac like Usain Bolt. There are 80+ old dears walking their 80+ ailing pooch in a doggie stroller. Every kind of beach bum.
This photo isn’t about the beach bum.
It’s about the person who is watching a dawn in pain, or in grief or in trouble.
Dawn can be a huge challenge, in that it brings a new day and a new start at a time when a new dawn is the last thing on your mind.
I’ve been there.
Somehow dragging your weary existence to a dawn on a beach is a huge deal and a life-changing moment. Alone with your most volatile and moody and unrelenting confident, the big O.
What has he to say to us.
What mood does he bring.
There’s always a new dawn and a new start, but it’s sometimes a crazy, angry dawn. A wild and windy dawn.
But to the troubled this isn’t a bad thing.
This means the ocean dawn, with its unrelenting tomorrow, has seen all the good and all the bad, but goes on regardless. Nothing stops time.
And, whatever you feel, this means everything.
Ultimately what I try to do is capture that inspirational moment.
The tipping point.
The point in life where the sun’s rising makes the biggest difference to the human spirit.