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grand canyon lodge and lookout
Excitement was in the air rolling through beautiful aspen trees with their neon yellow-orange leaves. Snow had blanketed the Kaibab Plateau days earlier creating stunning fields of winter contrast. Storm clouds were showing low in the south, the path to the North Rim, our destination. We arrived, and during first hike for views over the edge -- thick fog hid the entire canyon. The Grand Canyon had disappeared.
Rain picked up and we knew this would be a wait. A wait well worth it if the fog started to dissipate. And eventually it did, just enough in spurts to witness the beauty of Arizona's natural wonder.
This composition intrigued me. The change from thick fog with almost no visibility to dappled light poking through with lodge and overlook revealing itself. I could have sat here all day watching the many different moods on display.
grand canyon lodge and lookout
Excitement was in the air rolling through beautiful aspen trees with their neon yellow-orange leaves. Snow had blanketed the Kaibab Plateau days earlier creating stunning fields of winter contrast. Storm clouds were showing low in the south, the path to the North Rim, our destination. We arrived, and during first hike for views over the edge -- thick fog hid the entire canyon. The Grand Canyon had disappeared.
Rain picked up and we knew this would be a wait. A wait well worth it if the fog started to dissipate. And eventually it did, just enough in spurts to witness the beauty of Arizona's natural wonder.
This composition intrigued me. The change from thick fog with almost no visibility to dappled light poking through with lodge and overlook revealing itself. I could have sat here all day watching the many different moods on display.