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Waking long before dawn, I made my way to the jetty in Crescent City, eager to capture the whispered magic of the morning. The world was still draped in darkness when I set up my camera, the lighthouse looming gracefully against the inky sky. As the moon began its descent into the sea, I felt the air grow heavy with anticipation. I aimed to encapsulate that fleeting moment—a dark, moody coastal feel—where the soft light of the earliest daybreak contrasted with the shadows of the night. Each click of the shutter captured not just an image, but the serene solitude of that early hour, the gentle lap of waves echoing the heartbeat of the coast.
Waking long before dawn, I made my way to the jetty in Crescent City, eager to capture the whispered magic of the morning. The world was still draped in darkness when I set up my camera, the lighthouse looming gracefully against the inky sky. As the moon began its descent into the sea, I felt the air grow heavy with anticipation. I aimed to encapsulate that fleeting moment—a dark, moody coastal feel—where the soft light of the earliest daybreak contrasted with the shadows of the night. Each click of the shutter captured not just an image, but the serene solitude of that early hour, the gentle lap of waves echoing the heartbeat of the coast.