I got to Portland Head Light at 05:57. I was already late. By then, there were at least 10 other photographers already here. One since 4:30. Clearly, I didn’t have my priorities straight, ranking sleep and warmth higher than the blue hour.
So with the sun rising, I dumped the car in the parking lot and ran toward the edge of land where I dove to the ground to lay my camera on the concrete parapet in lieu of a tripod to take the first shots of the morning.
I think living on the west coast is easier in many respects; one being that it is much easier to stay up for sunsets than it is to get up for sunrises.
Coming about the western side of Portland Head Light, I was disappointed to find that the light from the lighthouse is directed out to sea keeping it from shining into more landward living rooms every 4 seconds. So I took the shot figuring that I could fake it in post.
From there, I moved toward the north side of the lighthouse where the fog horn comes into play, blasting anyone seaward of the lighthouse every 15 seconds; enough time for even idiotic photographers to approach and take a few quick photos before having to scurry away.
As the light got stronger, I could start seeing that there were trails out along the cliffs.
Following those trails, I discovered overlooks that provided the smart photographers that had been there since 04:30 with the money shots. By the time I got there, they were packing up.