4:30 am alarm. Dark outside. Sleep fills my mind and whispers for me to stay in bed. Come back, it says. You don’t really need to get up. You can stay in this comfortable bed. Wouldn’t you rather dream than take photographs this morning? Then something wakes up just enough to swing my legs off the bed. If there is anything photography has taught me, it is that the pain of getting up early is never a waste. Today proves to be no exception. The morning air is still and heavy. Unusual for this island that seems to have a perpetual breeze. Dawn begins to break over the ocean. Water, light, rocks, sky, the elemental simplicity of the earths visual poetry. My gift for getting out of bed.