We woke up at 4 in the morning and left camp by 4:30 to get to Corixo Negro, a small river off the Cuiaba River, before sunrise. When we got there the early morning mist was very thick giving and eerie yet magical atmosphere. As the first colors of the sun were starting to faintly appear in the background I saw a heron sitting peacefully on the side of the river. He suddenly flew and I took the shot. A few seconds later the sun rose and the mist turned suddenly red before disappearing.