I landed for the first time in St. John's, Newfoundland this week. The edge of the world. At least our Canadian world. Go for a swim off the right coast and next stop... Europe. I came armed with both camera gear and delusions of grandeur, thinking that I would be able capture some spectacular shots off the likes of Cape Spear and other notable locations in the area.
And so I, Intrepid Explorer, head out not long after 4AM towards the easternmost point of North America in the hopes of recording the first kiss of light on the continent. I made it less than halfway before realizing it was probably a bad idea. While the incessant fog wasn't bad in the basin that is downtown it quickly closed in with elevation. When it closed around me with my headlights shining back with nothing but my iPad's map to guide the way I turned around.
Being early, quiet, and interesting back downtown I felt obligated to make my early rise somewhat worthwhile. Between the fog, the dull light, the wet pavement, and the absence of life there was great atmosphere to be had. After all that here are some picks from the morning. Only three of 'em left and I'm still holding on to the dream.