Early in the morning I woke up at the parking lot below Mueller Lake (it was the second night sleeping there in my car). The day before I was taking photographs during sunrise and sunset at Mueller and Hooker Lake. That early morning, when I looked up to the sky I saw some flat clouds right of the Hooker Valley with already a very small red hue. Even it was my original plan to photograph that morning again at Mueller Lake I thought about better leaving and driving to the Tasman Lake. I had been there two weeks ago and I knew that it’s difficult to capture the beauty of the Tasman Lake very well but I’ve said to myself that I could never forgive myself if the colors of the clouds would increase later and I wouldn’t have a chance to capture it (the sky above the Hooker Lake was cloudless). Past a while I luckily made the decision to drive to Tasman Lake. Thank god. Because the saturation of the sky grew steadily I drove faster and faster – alone, along the small road, through the valley in the dawn against time with the red sky above the mountain range to my right. I felt some kind of adrenaline and I also felt like a rally driver, someone may forgive me for driving to fast but it felt so right that moment. I stopped hard at the Tasman Valley parking lot, jumped out of my car, grabbed my gear and started running up to the viewing platform. Not more than ridiculous 100 meters later I was totally breathless and feared to miss that sunrise but I continued walking. A little later I reached the highest point and started to capture the scenery. No one there except myself, coughing and puffing like an old man but feeling alive like never before. A cold wind blowing and that awesome sky above me, turning even the gray surface of the rocks and stone fields into reds. I was so pleased with. A wonderful moment.
Two days later I’ve left New Zealand, that was my farewell gift – thanks for it!
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