There is a moment in the morning when the sun begins to break through with awe-inspiring hues and the sounds of the world quiet down.  No people, no traffic, no deadlines staring you in the face. Even the creatures of the night go silent and retreat to wherever they hide from the light. Perhaps there’s just the gentle sound of distant waves shaping the shore.

In that soft and wistful moment, the world can be anything. Like the sentimental sounds of a vaguely familiar soloist crooning in an old movie for a world that maybe never quite was or never quite will be, but one that will always capture your heart.

Fiery sunrise over Cape Kiwanda on the Oregon Coast

Greg Benz Photography