Let me paint you a picture. The sky is ablaze with reds, oranges, and magentas bouncing off of the clouds that are swirling around the setting sun. In the river, the ice is floating slowly and the reflecting sky can be seen off of both the water and the ice. The river is guarded by tall cottonwoods and sycamores, who are but darkened outlines and shades of grey in the winter’s evening. Within a blink of the eye, the colors are gone and the chance is lost. Maybe not forever, but at least for this warm winter’s night. The beauty of the moment is fleeting, and yet it was matched by a perfect dawn. Because of not-so-recent events in my life, I will have to remember this moment in time as a photograph that now only exists in my mind’s eye. For me to hold on to as the memory of the light fades in the emptiness of time and space. I know that through pain and hard work I will once again be able to create photographs that recreate moments like this for all to see. And ask “did it really look that way when I took it?” To which I will say with truth and conviction “Yes, yes it did.” There are times when life gets in the way of our true passions and times get tough. When these events happen you either get tougher and grow from the experiences or a piece of you is lost forever. I for one will not let this be the day when a piece of me gets pushed into the darkness, never to be seen in the light of day again.