Any time you go out intentionally seeking interesting photographs, you need some luck. This past July I was on our boat for nearly two weeks and took fewer than ten photographs that I thought had real merit. Then in August, while anchored in Sandy Bay, Rockport, MA, I accidentally woke up at 5:30 and noticed a crimson dawn breaking. I hustled into some clothes, grabbed my gear and headed off in the dinghy. The sunrise was superb and I got half a dozen keepers in just a few minutes.
After the sunrise I headed towards Rockport harbor so see if there were any interesting early morning shots there. On the way over I changed my mind and decided to go out to Straitsmouth Island and see if the the lighthouse there would yield any good photos. I got a few decent shots from the dinghy but nothing spectacular. While heading back to the boat, I noticed a mooring ball on the north side of the island. The island has no anchorage—the shore is all boulders and rough surf—getting ashore wasn't in my plans. But, a mooring ball would only have one purpose—provide a place to anchor a boat while someone went ashore. I looked around to see if there was a usable landing, and there was. It was only a rope hanging down into a small opening in the rocks with a ledge you could scramble onto, but it was enough to tie my small inflatable dinghy to. I was able to get onto the island without soaking anything more important than my shoes.
Once ashore, the lighthouse, the keeper's house and a kerosene storage building all provided interesting subjects and the early morning light was still sublime. I was able to get at least another half-dozen keepers and couple of truly outstanding shots.
Considering that I took fewer than a hundred shots in all and was back aboard our cruising boat in less than two hours, the number of keepers was impressive. Sometimes you just need to get lucky.
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