There's something truly magical with getting up in the dark of summer and going outside to see the suns first rays of light piercing over the horizon and through the morning clouds. If you get up early enough you can even mistake your own neighborhood for that of a different world.

I love watching over the seasons as the light changes from warm to cold and capturing the different moods of the clouds. The way they meld, shape and dissipate into one another as if gods in the sky were painting their own masterpiece.
It's a feeling like no other to be a part of that moment and time in our universe. As if for a few precious short minutes, you're the only one alive.