Yesterday I woke up at 4 am once again. It has become an annoying routine that I really wish I could break. During the week it’s obviously worse as I can’t just hang around at the office but need to work, which is a drag after a sleep-deprived night…
Well, yesterday was Saturday so instead of twisting and turning and trying to get back to sleep I got up and made myself a coffee. A glimpse outside the bedroom window revealed thick fog patches and then it didn’t take me long to get dressed and go out with my camera!
As we all know, life definitely is a bitch sometimes, and yesterday was ‘sometimes’. I headed for the harbour as I’ve wanted for ages to catch one of those shots of Comino, Cominotto and Malta sticking out of fog banks, with the sea hidden beneath white cotton. But the fog apparently had other ideas about the perfect location – and the harbour was not it.
I had no idea which way to turn (I later learnt I should have headed for Ramla/Xaghra), so I decided to stick it out on the eastern part of the island. The results weren’t what I intended, but they still turned out ok I think.