Along the Oregon coast, hard by Heceta Head Lighthouse, we paused to photograph Cave Creek Bride, lit by crepuscular rays in the morning mist.
Too often in this life we see the darkness, not the light. But just as often around the corner there is a bridge built of light—to take one ahead as a vessel of lightness. Shadow and light alternate, but we should attempt to take the bridge of light when it is presented to us. Too often we pause in mediocrity, or stare blinded by the darkness, when our best selves are better blinded by the light.