In a quiet corner of Zion Canyon, the Virgin River briefly rests from its downhill rush, stopping to admire the sandy banks of its shores. Photographed December 2021.
Afternoon shadows lengthen, the orange glow of the landscape intensifies, and clouds dance overhead to accompany the sun's descent toward the western horizon. Photographed August 2021.
Christmas Eve Morning found me 420 miles from home, holding an umbrella as the forecast for snow only materialized at higher altitudes. In Zion Canyon, the cloudy mantle worn by the Patriarchs swayed in the wind as the engorged Vrigin River rushed by.
