Sailing at sunrise on the Costa Blanca, Spain.
My attraction to the sunrise is not just in its beauty. It is also in the allure of what might accompany it. Some are spectacular and some are mediocre. Sometimes they are invisible, shrouded by a veil of cloud. On this particular morning, my luck was in. I could see the sails of the yacht in the distance, just as the sun was beginning to appear. However, I was on an elevated walkway above Cala Capitan at an angle to the sun and looking down onto the water. I quickly made my way down to the beach until i was in line with the sun. This took about five minutes. Just in time to capture the yacht, silhouetted by the giant burning globe. There is a romanticism attached to sailing, especially when it comes to non sailors like me. We don’t appreciate the considerable effort and technical knowledge required to navigate one of these vessels. My navigational skills extend to a few days steering a cabin cruiser on the River Shannon and Lough Erne. And so, for a moment I found myself yearning to be onboard, witnessing the spectacle of the sun creeping above the horizon. Until I realised that it was the silhouetted yacht that made this photo a bit special.
Bleeding Dove 