Signed/limited edition photograph, available in various formats and sizes. The blazing morning sun begins to burn off the fog on the Tappen Zee in Nyack, NY.

"She’s all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere".

From "The Rising Sun" - John Donne