With the help of a little two-hour jetlag, I’ve been waking up early. I love it. It’s the best feeling to get out of bed and journal while the sun rises, get in a workout, and get on with my day.
Today I did something I hardly ever do. I did a sunrise shoot. I think the last time I did that, I was running around a very humid New York City trying to get a shot of the Met before it got too crowded. That was 2018. Before that, I did a sunrise shoot in Scotland on a very cloudy day. And lucky for me, sunrise was at 8 am that day.
But today was perfect. I photographed two dancers with who I have built a good relationship. They were kind and forgiving of my morning brain. The fog drifted over the lake in that way that it does as fall comes upon us. The sun shone over clouds and created pink and purple streaks in the air as we began.
After that, I came home to two very excited kids, got my zucchini muffin and coffee for breakfast, and did a killer workout. To say I’m in love with this new routine would be an understatement. I don’t think anyone who knows me would have ever thought those words would come from my hands onto my blog.