This morning I got up at 5:30am, which is an impressive feat in itself, to take a look around Skipton before the sun rose. This normally lively market town is vastly different at 6:30am.
Wandering through the bus station I came to this coach to London, waiting all by itself. With the harsh light of the streetlamps and the 30-second exposure that this picture was taken at, the ground has an ethereal glow. After this shot I walked through the bus station and down the canal, where a group of swans took a great interest in me, presumably because they thought my camera bag had food in it – as much as I would have liked it to, it did not.
I came to Belmont Bridge, one of many bridges in Skipton crossing the Leeds-Liverpool canal. Graffiti covered the underside of the bridge, and the light reflecting off the canal danced across the concrete structure above me.
After the bridge, I wandered towards town, hoping to get a shot of the church as the sun rose. On the way there I got this shot of Canal Street, with the road stretching away into the night.
Unfortunately the sunrise was nothing special, and I didn’t really get any shots of the church that were worth keeping. Seeing as I’m back in York on Saturday, I probably won’t get another chance until Easter.