So here I am, dripping wet and foaming from anger and self-pity. In that moment a piece of glass dipped several times in resin has become the most important possession I own. Three minutes earlier I had clumsily dropped my Big Stopper with its holder into the lake. I wouldn't call my attempt to jump after it heroic - it was more an act of a temporarily raving mad man. While cursing my life and everything else I could come up with the colors in the sky grew in intensity and I fired off this five frame shot. Nothing heroic about that either. Unconscious to anything save my big loss I barely heard my camera obediently performing its programmed task. As told elsewhere I dived for my Big Stopper the next day. That was perhaps heroic because the water was freezing cold...No, that was also an act of a mad man. I almost fainted twice when I came up from the water....madness indeed. During the next fifteen minutes while still temporarily insane I fired of three series of this scene that was unfolding before my eyes with colors that defy description. The last of the series is already posted. I called it "Diving". The second series I shot is just something in between "Diving" and this one. I see no point in processing it. Nothing heroic about the titles - they are just testimonies of a man temporarily losing his mind.....for a piece of glass.