This is the photograph that sparked my interest in photography as a medium of personal expression. My brother and his wife were living in Laufen, Switzerland, and since my father was an airline pilot we could fly to Europe relatively inexpensively, so we did in the winter of 1968, shortly after I turned 13. I did not yet have my own camera but I remember that I was anxious to use my father's Kodak Instamatic. While on a train I noticed this scene. I remember feeling a spirituality while seeing the winter sun's rays over a mountain range in Switzerland and trying to capture that transcendental feeling with my father's camera. I still experience that feeling when I look at this picture. Not the actual feeling, perhaps, but a memory of the feeling. That is the great power of photography - to capture a feeling - the passion, pursuit and perfection of which becomes an elusive and unobtainable goal. Similar to the Heisenberg uncertainty principle.