After returning to my corporate career, my interest in photography and the time to do it diminished considerably. Then again, there is always a phone at hand, should an opportunity present itself, like this morning, coming to work. It is a moment in time, a slice of my life, a memento, a reminder of how beauty (and life) are fleeting - the sky colors and clouds dissipated within minutes. It isn't technically perfect, and it probably doesn't mean much to anyone else, but I snapped it nevertheless. Didn't plan it either, just reacted. My daughter snapped it too. Me as a photographer, she as a non-photographer. So, why did we do it? Perhaps there is something primal in the display of natural phenomena that causes humans to react. There must be something, a quintessentially human urge to record the world, ordinary and extraordinary, starting 40,000 years ago in caves.