20th January // A Perfect Hour

Flask of coffee in one hand, camera in the other and a hot water bottle safely stowed away under my many layers of clothing, the sun made its timely appearance across the bay.

As warm as this looks, snow carpeted the ground and the murmurs of the oncoming easterly storm were already present in the windswept crests of the waves.

It wasnt soon until a blanket of cloud rolled in, but until then I sat in awe of the golden light and how it reflected off the ocean spray.