Mornings in St Andrews were often greeted directly from the night before, without any stopovers for sleep. I snapped this after an evening of revelry in April 2008. The lone vessel cutting the water is a lobster boat. It was some night, the night before. Not sure how it turned into the day as well; there are parts that are hazy. But I do remember that sunrise, and the loneliness of that boat as it slowly heads towards the vague horizon.