Robert Frost once said, “Nothing gold can stay.” While he was right, I still nonetheless do my photography forever in pursuit of every golden moment in life I can find- those truly beautiful times when you find yourself in awe and all you can do is but revel within the splendor of what you are seeing.
On 11/10, waking up late and not leaving Boston until 4:30am, long before I even arrived at the Portland Headlight two hours north of Boston, I could tell by faint pink glow on the horizon that the sunrise would be something truly spectacular, otherworldly even. However, because of how late I was running, I thought there would be no way I’d make it to the lighthouse to see the sun crest the horizon. For the duration of drive up north, I chased the rising sun and first light, coming hurriedly to park in the gravel lot not far from the lighthouse. Then, after sprinting several hundred yards across a beach and boulders with all my gear, I somehow had made it to the lighthouse with literally less then a minute to spare before the sun finally broke pierced the horizon at sunrise. The photo is the resulting shot I attained.
Just minutes later, as the sun continued to rise higher, it disappeared and the colors of early morning left the sky. It had been short, so much shorter than I had wanted, but I had found one of those golden moments I so reverently search for in my photography and it was by far the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever experienced.