I love daylight savings. The extra hours of daylight make a walk or game of backyard cricket after tea a lovely reality. That said, there are a couple of times when I wish for the clocks to be back to normal. The first is usually the week after daylight savings begins. Dragging myself and the kids out of bed an hour earlier isn’t much fun until our body clocks adjust. The second is towards the the end of March when it’s getting darker and darker in the mornings.
It just doesn’t seem right to be feeling my way out of a warm, cosy bed before the sun peeks over the horizon. Turning the clocks back on Saturday night, however, meant that I was wide awake at 5:30 on Sunday morning. I decided to take advantage of my rare early morning liveliness and head out with the camera.
I had an idea of what I wanted to photograph – the hills at the back of our town – but I wasn’t sure from which vantage point. I obviously wasn’t as bright-eyed as I thought. Getting into a bit of a flap as the sky began to lighten (it’s all about the right light for morning photography), I drove around a roundabout 1 3/4 times before deciding where I would go. I’m sure the other drivers were worried that I was still asleep.
Regardless of my fluffing about, I soon found a nice spot to set up and had time enough to wait for about 10 minutes while the sun slowly brightened the morning. I think nature was smiling on me for getting up early. The baaing of sheep, cawing of crows and chortling of magpies all completed the most relaxing rural scene. For about 20 minutes a thick band of cloud stayed away so I could take in the beautiful golden light inching its way across the paddocks and hills.
It’s almost enough to make me get up at 5:30 more often.
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