I have been missing this awesome weekly affair for the past few weeks because, sadly. I just did not have the time to go out for fresh photos and neither did I have any to fall back on from my not so big an archive. But ‘Sunrise’ is something I have a few photos of and though they can all be found here and there in my other posts, this provides a good opportunity to bring them under one roof!
I am not a morning person and have never been. I can stay awake till the wee hours and go through the next day without a nap too and I will still greet you with a smile but ask me to get up really early and there is a slight chance that you may not see the nice me!! Growing up, I remember vividly, a chaos was inevitable when during family vacations, my brother and I had to get up early to catch the beautiful sunrise from across the vast expanse of the big blue sea. Our parents would be up all chirpy and fresh by what we used to think was simply unacceptable when on vacations. We, on the other hand, could barely drag ourselves out of the beds and find enough energy to walk across the road to the beach to catch the sunrise. At that time, it was not a whole lot of fun. But, I am glad our parents made us do that since amidst all that chaos and unpleasantness of having to get up early, we have made wonderful memories that I fondly look back to now. One that stands out at the moment because of its uniqueness is that of a short trip to a coastal town/city of New Digha in my home state of West Bengal when I was around ten. After the sun had risen and we had managed to get our grumpiness out of the way, we saw fishermen, who had gone out to the sea in the really early hours, come back with their daily haul. It was a sight I had never seen before and it was powerful. The smiles on their faces and the gaiety in their tone, while calling out to each other and going over their morning routine made it clear that it was a successful trip. And I assume they had more than what they needed because soon after all the boats had reached the shore, they set up an impromptu display of their catch, with the purpose of sale and the over inquisitive tourists on the beach had a blast! It was a sight worth seeing and we came home with a couple of freshly caught fish (I sadly do not remember what they were) that we later fried and had a meal of. We also took a couple of pictures holding ‘our catch’ and while both remain dear to my heart, one is a little extra special. That one was taken by my brother who was around five at the time and was going through a phase where he would get really upset if he wasn’t allowed to take photos. So, he took a photo of the three of us holding fish and his tiny hands could not hold the ‘Hot Shot’ well and the result was while Ma and I were okay, my dad’s head did not make it in that shot! This was during the time when digital cameras weren’t there to make photography easier and there were no retakes since those were the days of the good old film cameras and 36 was the number, if I remember correctly, of shots that could be captured in one film roll. And so, when the picture was taken we had no idea it would come out that way and when the photos came back in print form, we had a blast looking at that particular one. I still sometimes make fun of my brother and we reminiscence the good old days of growing up.
Times are different now and I have been setting alarms to get up in the morning to catch the sunrise when on vacation and this time it is my good man who finds it difficult to get out from under the sheets! I am yet to try this with our son and I am curious to find out how that is going to turn out. I must say the serenity of dawn is probably incomparable. Everything is peaceful and the moment seems just perfect. The few times that I have had the delight of catching the sunrise has been refreshing and they have mostly been during vacations on the beach. I never felt more in tune with my inner self and my mind was not racing. Waves breaking on the shore and the occasional chirping of birds provide the right music to that glow when the sky breaks into shades of pink and orange before that bright yellow ball finally peeks out from the horizon, heralding the beginning of another day full of possibilities and the opportunity to do things right.
Here are some of the photos from my archive:
Home, New Jersey
Ocean City, Maryland
Ocean City, Maryland
From the window of an airplane, en route to India.
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