First of all I would like to give a huge thanks to PitRat Racing for making us feel like part of the team for the day, both the highs and the lows. Just by hanging around with you for the day, I learned a lot about photographing this high octane sport, the nuances and the opportunities. I hope you enjoy the images and would love to do it again.
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There is nothing quite like being on a beach at sunrise. The gentle sound of the waves rolling into and off the beach. The sea birds wheeling above, calling out to the others as the sun rises. As Simon and I walked along the beach towards Cape Kidnappers, we found this sea stack. What a beautiful place to watch the sunrise. That's one of the things I love about photography, how it gives you licence to enjoy the simple things both while you are there and later.
Anything more than 500 yds from the car just isn't photogenic. - Brett Weston
The best landscape images are not always when the sky is on fire or the peace of the blue hour leaves stills the world. If the landscape only looked great around sunrise and sunset then why can it take our breath away, just simply driving around a corner. Landscape images show us the world in all its moods and find the beauty within them.
That might seem like an exaggeration right, a bit of poetic licence to make a cool title? Maybe I meant, it was ten thousand steps, including the return trip, that would be slightly more sane wouldn't it? Nope, according to Simon's pedometer it was pretty close, it may have even been a few more who knows? So how did we wind up walking so far before sunrise, we decided to walk out to Cape Kidnappers from Clifton. According to the website, that's about eight to nine kilometers, depending on where you stop. With the tides and the time of sunrise factored in, we hoped we would have just enough time. In the end, I doubt we could have left any earlier as we had to wait every now and then to let the tide recede enough for us to continue to walk out.