Jim Pfiffer

The Perfect Union

By Christopher Keays

My mind was racing as I hurried to the Pine Creek Gorge. A clouded sky from the last night's rain began revealing a scene I have been waiting months to capture. The trees, revived from their wintery state, projected their colors in the softness of first light. Mist was passing slowly through the gorge, all the while losing its grip on the earth. Find the frame, find the foxus, and hear the click of the shutter. These moments go quickly; I find comfort in knowing a piece of them has safely been kept. They leave a lasting impression on my soul and mind.