The only people crazier than birders
The audience? A group of birders, at least one of whom (ahem) had risen at 04:45 to make the 05:50 rendezvous.
The context? The practice of getting up before dawn to pursue one’s hobby, although I’m not sure fishers of fish would refer to their activities as a mere hobby, any more than chasers of birds would.
But you get the point. Our culture generally approves of early risers over slugabeds: The former are seen as industrious, at least, if not morally superior. At the same time and contrariwise, there’s something just a little off about people who get up before dawn for something other than work.
And then there’s the other point. While we seem to want to fit in, at the same time and contrariwise, we also seem to want to lay claim to being outliers on some dimension. And so we’re OK to admit to being harmlessly crazy, as long as there’s someone crazier.
So, as I wandered along Windsor’s Riverwalk at oh-dark-hundred, chasing sunrise photos, I was amused and maybe just a tad relieved to see that the fishermen were there before me.