While in Maine for the service celebrating the life of a close relative who had recently passed, the weather was abysmal, as is frequently the case. Solid rain every hour of every day of the trip. In an attempt to do something to remember my Aunt by, I went out for sunrise the last morning, knowing full well that the forecast was for cloudy skies and incessant rain. Right when I needed it most, the storm broke up just long enough to present one of the finest sunrises I've ever seen. Coincidence? I think not. It remains the only picture I've ever made that truly matters to me.