This morning’s sunrise was gorgeous — one of the best I’ve seen in a long, long time. It even challenged the skies I’ve seen in Negril and at the Grand Canyon.

It’s funny how that kind of sight affects me. I see the glorious beauty of the sunrise, or a storm, or the freshly fallen snow, and the big questions start hitting my brain…. Why am I not out there in it, photographing it, capturing it, and enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of the great outdoors?

Should I decide to change careers at some point in the future, I’ll be hard pressed not to be out there, taking it all in from within, wrapping the Big sky around me like a blanket, rather than merely watching it through the window near a cube I happen to occupy.