I was camping deep in the woods of the Gifford Pinchot National Forest in Washington. I woke up, made a cup of coffee and hit the road, headed to Mt. Rainier National Park. Few minutes into the drive, I glanced to my left and saw a scene that intrigued me. I quickly put my coffee down, slammed on the breaks and grabbed my camera, leaving my truck in the middle of the road. The scene was as eerie as it was beautiful. I was standing on a bridge, looking down a mist covered, perfectly calm river. The trees hung over the river, as if they were thirsty, and needed a drink. They reflected off the river perfectly. It was just about fall and a few leaves had started to change, giving a nice stand out orange accent. It was a scene that you could stare at for a while, just trying to figure out how you felt. The longer I stood and starred all I could feel was that the river was having a "Moody Morning."

- Ross Lipson