that feed the soul.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Marcus Aurelius
Some mornings just arrive with a bang.
Those mornings are a force to be reckoned with and they refuse to creep quietly into your slumbering thoughts.
Those mornings are the ones where dressing for the weather doesn’t matter. When the sweetest gesture might be someone bringing you the jacket that you didn’t grab as you ran outside into the frosty air to capture the moment.
Or maybe it’s just the sweetness of seeing a new day come to life and knowing that the moment was not spent in solitude but was shared by others lucky enough to awaken before dawn and to capture it.
As a photographer who prefers black and white, I still recognize that there are moments that just scream out for a color image. On this morning, as the rising sun splashed color across the sky I was grateful for the opportunity to soak it in.
Nature’s beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
It’s a new dawn 
There are very few really stark black and white stories.
it's (almost always) about the water... 