Sunrise, Myrtle Beach South Carolina, Feb. 21, 2015

It was another successful trip to Myrtle Beach, another successful visit to see the family that moved down there. George and I had a great time, went and saw some very cool…and kitschy…stuff (blogs on things we did while visiting, coming up), and spent the old QT with the fam. Double-QT, as both my brother and G’s niece live down there, and both sides of the family get along. It was all one grand time. Awesome. 

And, as I am busy trying to rebuild my photo portfolio since losing my external hard drive (yes, people, I’m on the cloud now–unlimited photo storage for Amazon Prime members! Hooray!), it meant I had to get up early and head to the beach for a second Myrtle Beach sunrise photo shoot. There are worse things to have to do with one’s time.

It was kind of a cloudy morning, but I caught all the sun almost anyone could see, that morning. By 10:30 it had completely clouded over and was gray and drizzly all the rest of the day. Here’s to the benefits of early rising! All photos were taken alongside the pier at Surfside Beach.

At Surfside Pier.

At Surfside Pier.

I’m including more photos than I normally would, and don’t have a ton of narrative.

No sun yet.

No sun yet.

Because mostly, the pictures speak for themselves.

I love when the birds show up.

I love when the birds show up.

Speaking of birds…

This guy's going about on very important gull business.

This guy’s going about on very important gull business.

I almost started to think, maybe this was as good as it was going to get, with the weather looking sketchy.

Clouds were moving in.

Clouds were moving in. At least the birds were having fun.

 Then I started to see the sun peek out a little.

Hey.

Hey.

And a little more.

Well all right all right.

Well all right all right.

And then…holy pockets!

We got us a sunrise!

We got us a sunrise!

This clear patch of sky is the definition of “window of opportunity”.

This always gives me a sense of peace.

This always gives me a sense of peace.

And the low clouds helped keep the light golden.

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Funny how clouds can be a good thing.

I had to check out how things looked under the pier.

Mid-pier.

Mid-pier.

And from the other side.

Here's looking out your side entrance.

Here’s looking out your side pilings. Baby.

For a moment things lightened up and started to look suspiciously like a Monet painting.

But there's a lot going on in that sky.

But there’s a lot going on in that sky.

And then? Le BOOM! Back to gold.

I love the fiery pinks in the clouds.

I love the fiery pinks in the clouds.

Though the sun was getting ready to disappear for the rest of the day…

Not long after this, it was all gray and cloudy.

Not long after this, it was all gray and cloudy.

…it sure put on one hell of a show for me when it showed its glorious face.

This photo right here? Is why I get up early.

This photo right here? Is why I get up early.

I hope you enjoyed the sunrise! I know I did.

 

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Travel Theme: Colourful

This week at Where’s My Backpack?, Ailsa has declared her travel theme to be “colourful”, in order to beat the doldrums that accompany the shortened days that come with winter. Is the lack of sunlight getting you down? Don’t worry! I’ve got some colorful plays with light, right here.

Starting off close to home, this is taken from inside the tasting room at a local winery, Fero Vineyards. It was a grey and rainy day, and I loved how this Italian horn pendant lamp was a bright spot against the weather.

A bright spot on a rainy day.

A bright spot on a rainy day.

While in Cleveland, City of Light, City of Magic, George and I were drawn in like moths to flame, to the bright lights in the alley that led us to the restaurant Zocalo. The food was…eh, OK. But the tequileria was superb.

What, like you wouldn't go check this out? #oohshiny

What, like you wouldn’t go check this out? #oohshiny

The subtle lavender-pinks and golds of a sunrise on Surfside Beach, SC, have to make a body feel better against the long nights. Check out my brother, looking all stoic and philosophical, one man standing alone to face the relentless forces of nature, yada yada yada.

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Waking up early pays off when you get to see something like this.

Staying in South Carolina…

We went to the Nights of a Thousand Candles at Brookgreen Gardens, all of which was INSANELY gorgeous. The gardens had lights dripping from anything that could hold a strand, floating on anything watery, wrapped around even the vaguest semblance of a trunk. And then they had this leaping goat-legged fellow.

I like the cut of his jib.

I like the cut of his jib.

Meanwhile, up in Vermont

Even in winter, you can find bright bursts of color. Here are some winter berries, dusted in frost and morning light.

Don't eat them. But they sure look purty.

Don’t eat them. But they sure look purty.

Go check out the rest of the participants in Ailsa’s travel theme! Or–hey, why not?–play along yourself. See you around the interwebs!

Here’s Randy Newman, singing about Cleveland, to play you out… 

Myrtle Beach, June 28th, 6:08AM

We just got back from a vacation in Myrtle Beach; my brother and sister-in-law moved down there and I am always–always!–a fan of visiting family, particularly if they’re in new/fun/interesting places.

D) All of the above.

I’ll be discussing more of what we did in later posts, but as is my penchant, George and I (and my brother, who really didn’t have to get up with us, but he’s a trooper) went to the beach for a sunrise photo shoot.  Bear in mind that sunrise on the beach was 6:08AM.  And it’s like a fifteen minute drive from their house to the actual beach-beach.  Yeah, we were up at 4:30.  That doesn’t happen much, if indeed ever at all.  But you know…you’ve got to go where the photo ops are, they don’t come to you (unless, maybe, you’re Annie Leibovitz, but I digress).

So we went to Surfside Pier, a fishing pier that was built in 1953 and rebuilt three times since then.  I wanted something that would add an extra bit of visual interest, since relying on waves and sun can be suspect, especially if you’re looking at the weather reports and they’re telling you it’s going to be cloudy.  Sure, I could have looked at the forecast and not gone, but I was awake at 4:30 in the morning.  There’s no going back from that.

And so, with no further ado…here is Myrtle Beach, 28 June 2013, somewhere between 5:30 and 6:30 in the morning.

Alongside the pier, insanely early in the morning.

Alongside the pier, insanely early in the morning.

George and my brother, and acres of empty beach.

George and my brother, and acres of empty beach.

The moon was still far from setting.

The moon was still far from setting.

Across the tidal beach.

Across the tidal beach.

One of the maintenance vehicles left its mark.

One of the maintenance vehicles left its mark.

I know it's not a boardwalk. I still want to sing...that song.

I know it’s not a boardwalk. I still want to sing…that song.

Now we're starting to get some color.

Now we’re starting to get some color.

The first other people we saw on the beach.

The first other people we saw on the beach.

Seriously. I. Frigging. LOVE. This picture.

Seriously. I. Frigging. LOVE. This picture.

Thankfully, Mr. Metal Detector Guy showed up.

Thankfully, Mr. Metal Detector Guy showed up.

The tide can do funky things to the sand.

The tide can do funky things to the sand.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Hats off to the lone fisherman.

Hats off to the lone fisherman.

From under the pier.

From under the pier.

The pull was such that I lost my flipflop twice under this thing. Retrieved it both times. Score!

The pull was such that I lost my flipflop twice under this thing. Retrieved it both times. Score!

The cover refused to break, but it was still pretty.

The cover refused to break, but it was still pretty.

And the sea is liquid gold.

And the sea is liquid gold.

From behind the dunes at the edge of the beach.

From behind the dunes at the edge of the beach.

This makes me want to run back down to the sand.

This makes me want to run back down to the sand.

Groovy? Funky? Crappy? Hotel, right on the beach.

Groovy? Funky? Crappy? Hotel, right on the beach.

With lots of places for creepsters to hang out. I can only hope The Warriors came here for refuge.

With lots of places for creepsters to hang out. I can only hope The Warriors came here for refuge.

And finally, one of my favorite things about Surfside Beach…

Who wants to be a member of the elite Sunbathing Patrol?

Who wants to be a member of the elite Sunbathing Patrol?

That’s it for now!  I hope you think they’re as worth the 4:30 alarm as I do.  Thanks for dropping by.

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