This past Sunday, I rose before the sun, grabbed a sweatshirt and my camera, and jumped in my car to see what I might be able to photograph. I drove aimlessly, stopping on the side of the road when something caught my eye. The combination of autumn, the beauty of the Hamptons, and the natural beauty of the process of dawn, twilight, and the sunrise produced ample material and warmed my soul.

My first stop was a field off of Route 27 just west of East Hampton. It was still twilight and the sun had not yet had the opportunity to burn the fog from the previous night.

While I drove pass many things I wanted to shoot, my goal was to get pictures of the sunrise over the pumpkin fields of Hank's Pumpkintown west of Water Mill. I took mental inventory of the places I wanted to re-visit after the sunrise and kept heading west. En route to Hank's Pumpkintown, I caught the first glimpse of the sun rising over the Mecox Bay and made a quick u-turn to photograph the scene. The pictures below are of Mecox Bay:

As the sun came up, the birds went for their first swim of the day.

After spending 10 minutes taking in the gorgeous sunrise, I crossed Route 27 to watch the sun light up neighboring Mill Pond. The pond was still and looked like a sheet of glass. Fishermen had just thrown out their first cast of the day. The sun lit up much of the trees on the far side of the pond to display hues of red, yellow, green, brown, and orange, however there were still areas lost in the shade of the low sun. The reflection of the partially lit up trees on the pond reminded me of the Rorschach inkblots:

Light and shade along the trees on Mill Pond.

Flying east over Mill Pond

Next, I was off to Hank's Pumpkintown. Outside of a scarecrow, the field was completely empty. The sun slowly climbed the sky and warmed up the field. Geese flew overhead on their journey south.

A quick stop in Water Mill for a picture of the town windmill which was still higher than the sun.

Autumn meant the petals of these flowers were long gone.

I saw this car sitting in a car lot on Route 27, between Water Mill and Bridgehampton, the day before and I couldn't help but to stop and take a few pictures.  

Then, a short stop in Bridgehampton to take in the changing leaves.

A stop at the Wölffer Estate Vineyard where some grapes had been harvested, others soon-to-be:

The last sighting of this early morning photography tour was that of wild turkeys crossing Old Northwest Road in East Hampton. A foreshadowing of things to come next month.