The one thing I love most about photography are the surprises.
I usually know when I'm looking down the lens at a well lit, well composed, image. When I get home from a weekend taking photos on film, I'll usually have a dozen shots in my head that I expect to develop well. Invariably there are also one or two that I didn't anticipate, that turn out great.
This was one of those shots. The lighting was relatively dull compared to the vivid, contrasting colours of the predawn light. The tide was well out and I had been foolishly hoping for mirror-like, early morning, reflections. All that was left was the dull grey mud. It was probably lack of caffeine that made me miss the dark veins of the retreating tide, and the lava like look of the patches of weed growing in the mud. The pink glow reflected in the main channels of the water blends with the sky. None of this was apparent to me when I took it; I was imaging it in black and white at the time.
When I saw the scanned negative on my screen I had to wind my mind back to remember taking it. Another nice surprise... the kind that keeps me clicking in hope.
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9:19:10 PM 
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