It snowed as I drove into the Grand Canyon area. It was also April and cold. So why do you get up at 4:00 in the morning get your gear and venture out… and freeze your butt out? Now that’s a question that gets thrown at me ever so often. Mather Point on the South Rim at 4:45 am- the wind is howling but the canyon is still as still and silent, spiritually silent and waits ever so patiently for the sun to rise.
Suddenly Mather Point comes alive as if from nowhere busloads of visitors mingle around taking ever square inch of space. “Shitsuei” “Sumimasen” “Arigato” followed by moments of silence as you gawk open mouth at the golden landscape unfold. I try to get as many shots and lose many to excited neighbours tripping on my tripod. And I am not annoyed for they have as much right to be there as I do. So I stand back and enjoy every unfolding moment.
and see the landscape transform as the hours crawl by:
By mid day it’s warmer. The Canyon is home to Indian tribes who have lived here and continue to live here for centuries with a rich heritage:
It was time to get ready for the sunset:
and watch the shadows paint a colorful palette:
waiting for the magic to begin:
and the sun sets on the Canyon:
…..so why do I want to be there at 4 in the morning in biting butt freezing cold. There’s why, because I love it there… Need I say more…