I stood there that bright morning, the only human standing. It was the 4th of July and the world was asleep. My camera was ready and the sky had a wonderful scarlet look that heralded a beautiful sunrise. And as I stood there, eight million mosquitoes saw lunch with a camera, just waiting there on the dock in in a blood frenzy, attacked without mercy.
I stood my ground! I felt their tiny fangs sink into my flesh and knew the agony of insane itching from which I would soon be suffering. But an artist must be strong. Slowly the sun crept up over the dark water. I saw a thin strip of cloud and I knew if i could just stand here — camera focused and ready — until the perfect moment, the rising sun would cross that cloud and I would have my best-ever sunrise.
And thus it came to pass that I got my perfect sunrise. That was a great year for sunrises and I’ve never had more exquisite mornings than I had that summer or been more mutilated by hordes of starving mosquitoes.
We all pay a price for art. I paid in blood.
Note: These were taken in 2009 using the best camera I could afford. I wish I’d had my better equipment then and could have gotten a finer quality photograph. That being said, the pictures are still my favorite sunrises, at least as photographed by me.