I take pictures almost everywhere I go, but I really didn't plan to take many pictures of the Grand Canyon. Several trips to the beautiful-beyond-words Colorado Rockies have taught me that pictures of big, majestic works of nature are wasted. If most of the special magic of a natural wonder is in its size, you may as well forget pictures. As I stood beside the Grand Canyon, I was almost breathless as I tried to take in the vastness of the place. I could look and look, and wherever my eyes rested, there was more of it beyond. So, so big. I can't say the colors of the place are lovely, really. It's just huge!
Our first evening there, the growing shadows as the sun was going down created interesting changes, but no beautiful colors.
Monday morning I awoke at 4 A.M., made a cup of coffee in the Keurig in our room, and went out to wait for the sunrise, because wouldn't the Canyon be lovely at sunrise? I had intended to take the shuttle to a farther-distant spot on the rim, but I got lost stumbling around in the dark and decided to just remain in the village. I found a nice place right behind El Tovar with a bench for sitting. Gradually, the day began to dawn. Other folks were out seeking a view, the same as me.
Well, I learned that if I want to see a pretty sunrise, I should stay home. The sun gradually rose in the cloudless sky, but did absolutely nothing for the canyon or the sky except to illuminate things so you could see what was going on.
|another early-morning watcher with the moon overhead|
HERE. There are some perfect shots, but none of them passes along the sensation of how large the Canyon feels, and how small you feel when you are standing on the rim. For that, you have to actually be there.