It was cold and dark. A time that I am not familiar with. To wake up so early, to feel the coolness of the predawn and smell the heavy saltiness of the air.
The best pictures come at dawn. My cousin was willing to get up with me, to brave the early hours. There were a few die hard surfers, a few people using the early hours as a quiet time to exercise. A time before the tourists come.
I like the colors that the early hours make. It makes the world seem new, seem reborn.

We stopped for breakfast after. I had an omelet. I wish I had a picture of them, to tell the story of my cousin and my day together. But that'll come later.

This whole blog shall be a series of pictures that I take that tell the story of my day to day life. But it'll have to wait for those times that I can actually pull out my camera and take pictures. Those times that holding a camera in your hands isn't too cumbersome.