90 seconds. A fleeting moment in time to watch come and go again. As if God Himself has picked up a brush to paint the sky and illuminate the landscape. 90 seconds. The sky exploding in a kaleidoscope of purple and pink and blue as the light spills across the clouds above and the water below. These are the reasons that photographers rise with the dawn, stand in the cold, wait... and hope. Mornings like this are what we hope to witness and what keeps us coming back to try again. The Creator is putting on a dazzling display and it is a privilege to capture when it happens. 90 seconds was all... but I was there.