I remember laying there all alone. No other person anywhere close by. The cold wet soaking through my clothes. But why? I remember choosing not to wear my waders – what was I thinking! I thought the weather was mild and it would be ok. Oh yes, I remember laying in the muck. My elbows, knees and boot toes sinking in the soft mucky muck water. I remember looking back to see the crack of dawn as I felt the crisp cool morning in my bones.
As I refocused my attention I remember the ever changing colors. It was happening much too fast. But that is usually the case. Every minute that passed not taking a picture was lost in time. I was ready and waiting for a loner to step away from the pack. Then it happen, a brave one moves forward into the open and presents the opportunity. I remember when it became isolated and at the mercy of my camera as the shutter fired multiple times. Capturing the light. As usual, the difficult moments turn to awarding memories.