As a child, I had a recurring dream of alien craft, not unlike the ones in Close Encounters of a Third Kind, passing by the house on a moonless night.When I looked through the lens and saw this, the dream came back.
With these shots, I wanted to show how my eyes see things in that first waking microsecond of a morning, that time when I am usually cursing at the alarm clock.
I took this shot of my dad and one of my older brothers at Ingoldmells, near Skegness, on the east coast of England.