A Walk in the Canyon
When the sun begins to fade, the reds revert to orange, the greens turn richer and the cacophony of nature rises.
One of my favorite things to do in Zion Canyon is to take one of the very last shuttles to the last stop, The Temple of Sinawava, and to walk back to the lodge, my home. During the daytime, the crush of visitors and the noise of the many, many shuttles can get oppressive enough that it takes away from the grandeur of the area. In the Blue Hour, though, it's a different environment.
With the absence of human noise, nature takes over. Every natural sound is echo and bounced along the canyon walls and the never-ending river sings its song to no one and everyone. If you're so inclined, take a gander at a short video I made on a similar evening. Be sure to subscribe to my YouTube channel as I'm making new hiking videos as I go along my adventures.
Après la Tempête
The clouds gathered and gained strength. When they released, the whole canyon shook with torrential rains, strong cracks of thunder and whipping winds. Afterwards ... pure beauty!
The clouds break as the storm over Zion Canyon ends.
To the complaint, 'There are no people in these photographs,' I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.
Ansel Adams
There are times when I feel as if I should be making more effort to capture the faces of the people in my world. Today was not one of those days.
After the storm passed, I was greeted with some of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Breathtaking vistas were all around me and I couldn't NOT try to capture the swirling, shifting clouds and the strong features of the sandstone cliffs.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
