The view from BC Ferries is always a treat. This time was no exception. By seven o'clock I was up and dressed. I had already entrusted a sleepy Little Miss to her Nana, made my way to the terminal, bought my ticket and boarded the boat. All was dark on the water, so I treated myself to coffee and eggs in the cafeteria and watched the other passengers -- mostly business people and other locals who, like me, had their own reasons to rise early and visit the mainland.
An hour into the crossing, the sky began to glow and I hit the deck with my camera. It was cold, just above freezing. The boat hummed beneath me and the occasional cry of a seagull pierced the salty wind. All else was quiet. Sky and water blushed pink, then orange as we turned through Active Pass and pushed into the open straight. In an instant, the sun rose.
By the last light of the day I got off a few shots of the container loading port across the bay. All was dark again before the ferry left its birth. I don't know if I've ever savored sunrise and sunset of the same day. Have you?