After browsing the photographs on Facebook for a year, I finally joined the group of seascape photographers to catch the sunrise over at Turimetta Beach. The organizer was warmly welcoming, and told me how the storms of the past week had eroded a ton of sand on the beach, such that there were now shelves of exposed rock that hadn’t been seen in years.
It was a brilliant sunrise. Gorgeous whiffs of clouds that glowed a brilliant pink orange. The waves were gentle; the awesome curls from the storm had dissipated. Our group of a dozen of so fanned out along the otherwise quiet beach, everyone quietly focused on the brightening sky.
Afterwards, we gathered at a nearby cafe for breakfast, as is their weekly routine. It was fun tucking into a hot breakfast (that rapidly turned cold in the brisk morning temps) and chatting about recent photographic expeditions.
The guy sitting next to me, an American, was relaying how he’d just gotten pulled over by a police for making a U-turn at a light. I chuckled. But later, as I was pulling into my street, I inadvertently drove onto the wrong side of the road. Right in front of a police car. I guess there is karma in this world after all. At least it was a gorgeous sunrise.