I’ve caught that moment once, on a lonely ridge in the high Andes, where the sky smeared violet and gold like a wet brushstroke. The clouds caught the light so perfectly the whole horizon seemed painted, not just photographed. It was the kind of sunrise that makes you forget the camera and just feel the world being brushed awake.

It’s the little things that get you out of bed at dawn, right? When you can’t wait to catch that first light before it’s gone. Keep your gear close, but don’t forget to look at the sky as a living canvas; sometimes the best shots are the ones you feel in your chest, not just in your memory. Happy sketching—sunrise always leaves room for a new frame.