4:40 am and I’m thinking about calling it a night when I look out the window and see that the rising sun is painting the sky with some fantastic colours. Muttering something to myself about sleeping when I’m dead, I grabbed my trusty Nikon D200 and Mono-pod and rushed out to the door and through the streets to the local town hall, which is a west facing colonial style building which is usually lit up at night, and has some nice trees with a statue of Sir Isaac Newton out front (he was born round here somewhere). A friendly council worker who was emptying the bins outside the town hall offered to move his rather unattractive dust cart out of the way and I was all set… Click…Click…click!