The most fleeting of moments are often the most beautiful. The setting sun found a gap in the clouds and the bare branches suddenly blazed in gilt gold and silver. The afternoon, damp and chilly moments before, set fire to my senses as my camera captured my elusive quarry. Nature’s orchestra left my ears ringing with the drama of the day’s finale. Moments later the clouds closed and the rotation of our earth drew the curtains on a mid-winter day. For this and more, I am filled with gratitude.