For our second day in Texel, I managed to find a driver for the early morning. I couldn’t drive the rental car, so my dad came with me to the south-western corner of the island, the rising sun engulfing all land in its golden rays.
Mr. Winter this year is lunatic and, to be honest, rather frustrating: one day it snows (a lot), and you start believing in the possibility to go skiing, finally… except that the day after, the temperature rises above 0°C, and everything melts. Everything? No, some parks and sidewalks resist eternally against the pervading warmth, but trees are bare again, and streets are slushy brown. It’s not fun.
Here are the first pictures from our trip to the north. That day, I woke up early for sunrise, nothing special about it. The weird thing is, many things have happened in my photographer life, but never, ever had I woken up TOO early for sunrise. After facing the wind for one and a half hour, I was frozen when the sun appeared at last. I welcomed my warm sleeping bag when I entered it again for a few more hours ^^
Here are three versions of the same shot. Which one do you prefer? Why?
French word of the day: aulne = alder
A few weeks ago, I visited with a friend the quiet town of Køge. 40 km south of Copenhagen, on the coast, there is a long beach to the south, and a harbour busy with construction work.
We wandered along sleepy streets at sunrise, spotting a female Smew (Mergellus albellus) in the canal, and reached the beach soon after.
DOF’s Mikkel took me to a new place last week-end. The presentation said “possible Long-tailed duck (Clangula hyemalis) and rare gulls”. As you can imagine, the prospect of nice birds on a sunny day proppelled me out of bed early this day, and I arrived to Mosede Strand before sunrise, the meeting time being 8 am. The sky, partly clouded, was purple, but as the sun rose behind a thick haze, it turned to pink then orange instead. Glorious Danish sunrise.
After the snow came the sun. Often, it’s rain and warm temperatures that come and take the white cover away, but this day was to offer temperatures below zero from sunrise to sunset. That was the perfect opportunity to go out birdwatching, see the sun rise over the horizon and take pictures. Equipped with my winter jacket and my ski trousers, I was ready to brave the cold. Camera at the ready, I reached Staunings Ø minutes before sunrise, in this very special hour where everything is blue, everything but the horizon, which slowly turns orange.
Given the temperature, the ground was covered in something closer to ice than snow, and it was tricky to walk without falling. In some places, flood had occurred then frozen, offering the adventurer nothing but a path of ice to reach his destination, the sandbar separating the lagoon from the sea.