I thought I was too late. All the way to Tamarama, I kicked myself for sleeping in that extra 45 minutes. I watched the sky brighten all too quickly as I drove. I regretted the pictures I wouldn't get to take of first light emerging in the east.
Yet, despite my getting there long after light had hit the sands, I got this:
Strangely, that came about half an hour after this:
No profound conclusions this time, just awed adoration of the artist behind it all.