Just before sunrise a few clouds on the horizon lit up like my pink 3-tiered childhood petticoat. I resisted the urge to make another sunrise photograph and tried to resist the urge to write about it, but the Sunday-best frills and accompanying fan fare from the flock of birds in the yard pushed me to put some words to it. Lynn Stegner wrote, “Beauty is restorative.” Perhaps this idea fuels my urge to record these moments of staggering display. I understand that so much has been done in the West that cannot be undone, but I know that beauty is not gone. By recording the moment is documented, but it may also be an act of conservation.