Timing is critical, always, when Iâ€™m shooting. I knew that in early spring, the sun would rise in the exact perfect location behind this archâ€”all I needed was the weather to cooperate. I had made several pilgrimages to the archâ€”only to be greeted by clear, bland skiesâ€”my biggest fear. On the fifth morning, things finally changed. It made all the early starts worthwhile. As I hiked under flashlight to the arch, there was a different feeling in the air. I set up my camera in the crucial spot, and waited with my heart racing, hoping this would be it. The skies lightened, and as the sun cracked the horizon, I fired off a series of shots. The moment was perfect. The arch lit up with an amazing glow, and it felt good to finally capture what I was chasing. It really was a sacred sunrise.