Cuppa, Canna, Glassa...

For some, a cup of warm liquid is central to the morning experience. But, not for me. Nope. I am afraid that pour moi it revolves around the caffeine. I've explored all the alternatives, but what I am looking for is a jolt, a boost, a perceptible increase in brain activity. Sorry. The delivery system can be a warm cuppa black tea, a cold mugga leftover coffee, or a canna Celsius. There is nothing the least bit romantic about that, of course. So, while I enjoy fancy tea as much as the next person, I often have no choice but to chase it with a Red Bull.

The Man With the Golden Assam

Confession: I don't do golden hour. The experts tell us that's when the light is at it's warmest, complemented with beautiful extended shadows due to the low angle of the rising or setting sun. Fair enough, I'm not here to argue. Candidly, I'm generally enjoying a cup of coffee or tea at that time. You could say I prefer my Golden Assam to golden light. And the thought of getting up at four o'clock in the morning when it is pitch dark outside to drive to a location in time for sunrise, it would have to be very exotic indeed. So, over time I've slowly come to embrace the notion that I am a high noon photographer, a tea sipping cowboy with a camera. By the time we rolled up to this project site, it was almost 11AM and approaching 90 F. Thankfully, the humidity has dropped a bit and the quality of the light was still pretty great. And I got my grid.