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.
A solitary cloud glows atop the mesas north of Sedona at sundown. Photographed May 2020.
The first rays of the rising sun illuminate the red rocks of Sedona. Photographed May 2020.
