It's December 21st, 2010. We headed for the Atlantic coast at 3am after I spent most of the night attempting to photograph a lunar eclipse in North Carolina. Arriving at the beach before the sun even thought of breaking the horizon provided the rare opportunity (for me) to hear the waves crash on the shore, dimly lit by the moon, almost exactly opposite the angle of the sun. Eventually, the sun caught wind of our early morning antics. He began to make his way towards us, slowly exposing our innocent frames on the sand. In an attempt to document his rather futile efforts, I quickly froze the water through my viewfinder as it advanced and receded, freezing my feet in response, shouldering the sun's burden of curiosity and the need to be included. After many attempts to capture a frame worth indicting the sun and it's cohorts, I was able to nab the vagabonds in the act, displaying them in a guilty light worth sharing.