The first day I arrived in Zion, arriving a little later than I intended, left me around an hour and a half to make it up the trail to catch the mid-day sun illuminate the canyon floor. The leaves of all the trees had nearly all turned with autumn leaves, and were reflecting their golden brilliance. I set up my camera, panting for breath, and starred down onto the scene you see here. I hope it provokes as much emotion in you as it did me.
THE SCULPTOR AND THE SCULPTURE
The canyon floor of Zion was carved, and is continuing to be carved by the subtle, clear, and seemingly eternal Virgin River. As I descended, the sunlight had already begun to pass over the edge of canyon cloaked between passing clouds. Though to my surprise, the cover broke for an instant, and the sun burst into the canyon, ricocheting of the red sandstone walls, and illuminating the gold-tinged leaves in a moments notice. The canyon instantly beamed with such a powerful energy and a vibrancy that I had trouble believing what I was experiencing was real.