This photo is one that means a lot to me, it taught me a great lesson.
I was living in a hostel in Tofino on the west coast of Canada, at the time I was still going through a darker period in my life. I remember quite clearly the light that was filtering through the window that morning, it was dull, cold and gray. It was one of those days you just want to curl up and sleep until the sunshine finds you.
I recall struggling to wake up, and fight the feeling that was keeping me bed ridden. For the fast few weeks I think the weather had gotten to me, dragged my spirits down. And now most days I spent under the comfort of the covers asleep, half alive waiting for even a glimmer of sunlight.
On this particular day though something was pulling at me. Telling me to get up. So in spite of all my protests I put my body in motion and turned off my mind. I set off to Tonquin park that afternoon, and as I left the doorway of the hostel I was met with a torrent of rain. I sighed, put my hood up and journeyed onward.
I can still see the reflection of the tree tops in the puddles I splashed through as I made way down towards the shore. I made the turn past the trees to come upon the sandy beach, where the waves relentless crashed and broke over the rocks. Something kept me moving. I traveled along the craggy shoreline, for quite some time, until I crested a rise and before me lay the scene you see now.
On a rain soaked inhospitable day lay the reason for my awakening. Upon the days outset I was sure there was nothing to photograph given the conditions and my mood. Standing before this scene and having the opportunity to capture it showed me that there is always a reason to get up, taught me the lesson to never give up, and the fact that now and always beauty hides in perspectives.