I love these first two photographs, not because they have the strength of the first image I posted from this past Sunday's trip to the frozen Fullerton seawall (reproduced below), but because of the very different kinds of light they depict.
Outdoor photography is this continual light-chasing and light-balancing game that I so enjoy. Have a look at the three images on this post and you can see what I mean.
The earliest photograph (bottom) is a balance between the coming dawn and the artificial lights of the street lamps and buildings; that balance is dramatic and exciting and rare (it only lasts for a few moments each day).
In the image at the top of the page, the dawn has just broken but the sun is behind the cloudbank. The soft, diffuse purple light has won the day (pun intended) but the bare light of the sun hasn't overwhelmed our very cold slice of heaven.
Finally, the middle image gives you a flavor of the harsh, dominant light that a bright sun and a clear sky can combine to make. Each image is an attempt to draw upon the strengths of those types of light, and to varying degrees, each has its merits.