The light about half and hour before sunrise is magic and just cant be replicated in photoshop. The sky was my favourite shade of deepest, most luminous blue. The walls of the canyon where we were camping framed a perfect shot due east of the monuments silhouetted blackly against the rusty orange horizon.
Like a ruined castle, fantasticl crennelations hint at ancient stories untold. There is energy in the land here. You can feel that people have walked this land for a long time.
After the burning red disc leapt into the sky I stopped clicking and listened. The sound of silence. So loud it thunders in your ears. A sensation so rare in our busy, noisy world that it is to be treasured. I got so frustrated in Bryce Canyon as we were hauling ourselves back up the cliff, amidst a cacaphony of Italians who are incapable of being quiet when in large groups and completely ruined the unique experience of the pink and white canyon. You can talk anywhere but you cant get this kind of silence everywhere.
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