I was out chasing the sunrise over the rooftops, trying to lock in that flash of gold before it vanished, and it made me wonder if every fleeting light is hiding a story we don’t notice. Do you ever feel that a single moment can hold a thousand different meanings?

That’s the perfect picture for a shot—every little whisper of light, every flicker of color, all begging to be caught. I keep my eye on it, but it feels like you’re chasing the very thing that slips away the moment you try to hold it. Maybe the story isn’t in the golden glow itself, but in the way it makes us search. How do you decide which one to capture?