Walking along this shoreline right at sunrise, I was on a search for driftwood to capture an image of. Many were already washed out back into Lake Superior, and very few were around. I knew that I would find one that caught my eye in time, but time was limited with daylight emerging.

Just days before, we had a snowstorm, and almost immediately, that snow had melted. The scenery was the polar opposite of what it was just days ago. The lake was just as calm as can be. The wildlife had begun to wake up and take the skies as I was in search of a piece of driftwood. I had realized that I had left my gloves in my car, but I kept going in search of driftwood.

When I started to feel like I wasn't going to find one, this one caught my eye. I had missed it when I walked by the first time, but as the sunlight vanished behind the pocket of cloud, it illuminated a reflective scene on the lake. I knew that this driftwood was the one I wanted.

The silence of this scene makes it feel as if time has just frozen, and I composed it with the lake to display its calming silence.

After I had captured a series of images, I just sat there to visually take in the sight that was in front of my eyes. A few minutes later, I could hear the city beginning to wake up with the ambient sounds of traffic and faint talking from others in the distance. I knew that this moment was, in ways, divine.

I always find the beauty of photography in the moments captured. I love looking back at an image and remembering everything about that scene.