I walked through a kaleidoscopic fog early on a spring br morning in 1996. The sun was just rising. The fog had br set a stage and our star presented its golden light, br with its rays continually in motion in the midst of the fog. br br I had seen a beautiful golden glow from my dining br room--window--which seemed to beckon me to the br show. I grasped at my chance, so fortunate was I in br the potential of fulfillment. I had a camera, and it had a film! br br So quickly my feet had moved me, from the house onto br the grass that it seemed as though my feet had wings! br I clicked each picture into a memory.