As I write this, I am supposed to be at a party in Seattle, at one of my favorite photographers’: Art Wolfe. Mother nature has decided otherwise, as the intense fog, prevented me from flying to Seattle from Victoria, BC. So after spending the night in a crummy hotel, after last night’s flight was canceled, I had to wake up at 4 am in the hopes of catching the first flight out to Seattle. Turns out the flight is canceled too, so I see myself obliged to jump onto a flight headed back home instead.

My first thoughts as this was unfolding were: CRAP, CRAP…ah well…C’MON…CRAP!!!! The fact that the temperatures here in O-town were hovering around the minus 1 billion degrees, didn’t help either. All of this to say, that I am somewhere between angst and disappointment, but, heck what could I do about it.

Where am I going with this, you say…uh…forgot my point really. As we were flying over the Rockies, the sun started climbing its way up in the sky to unfold the most beautiful sunrise I have had the privilege to see. The colours were off the charts, the alpenglow was out this world, as the freshly snow-covered peaks glistened in the morning light.  You could almost breathe the cool and crisp air around those mountains.

I may have no pictures to show for it, but the memory is right up here (well you can’t see it but I am pointing to a particular part of my anatomy as I type with one hand only). All of this to say, that instead of feeling sorry for myself, I ended up enjoying one of the most beautiful scenes that ever unfolded before me…I really do feel privileged. If you have read this far, let me thank you, and sincerely apologize for wasting your time…(While I don’t encourage hate mail, feel free to let me know if you feel slighted by any of this ).

By the way, this obviously not a shot I took this morning…