Sometimes photography boils down to “the right place at the right time.” Don’t get me wrong, I am a firm believer that you can make your own “luck” through planning and preparation, but am the first to admit sometimes you just have to be there. This is a view of Mt. Baker from the Eastside as the fading sun peaked through the clouds… and I was running late to pick up my son from childcare, and my wife from work. I decided to pull over anyway and fired off about five frames and continued on my way, the light lasting less than three minutes. Not my best frame ever, but a great reminder of taking a moment when the moment is upon you.