Day 66: Sunrise at the Gerroa Footbridge

Dawn greeted me with a canvas of clouds, subtly tinged by the waking sun, urging me towards Gerroa. My mission was clear: to immortalise the footbridge, a familiar yet ever-mesmerising subject, in the ephemeral amber embrace of the sunrise.

 The ideal vision I held was of a serene surface, a glassy expanse mirroring the unfolding spectacle. However, nature composed its own narrative. The waters, rather than being tranquil, were animated with a delicate dynamism. Each ripple acted as a brushstroke, altering the reflections with an organic fluidity that no still mirror could match.

 The spectacle before me was more than a mere visual feast; it was a testament to the spontaneous choreography of the elements. As the sky deepened its blush, the bridge and its reflection beneath became part of a larger tapestry, a moment of synergy between the built and the natural, the still and the moving.

 This moment was a gentle reminder of the dance between expectation and reality in photography. Here, the ripples didn't disrupt the view but rather enriched it, adding texture and movement to the dawn's serene performance. It was a scene that underscored the serendipity of landscape photography, where even the most well-laid plans are gracefully upstaged by the caprices of the natural world.

 As the sun's rays unfurled across the sky, painting every cloud and ripple in a soft, golden light, I clicked the shutter. Captured forever was not just an image but a fleeting instant of harmony, a morning serenade played out at the footbridge of Gerroa.