My hope was to shoot sunrise at Bryce Canyon.  But I was 150 miles away wrapping up a photograph workshop in Page, AZ.  So the wake up call came at 4:00 AM and I got out of the hotel as quickly as I could.  I sped across the Arizona and Utah high desert ever mindful of the possibility of deer on the road.  In fact, I saw two deer and missed one by little more than 15 feet.

When I arrived at Sunset Point the morning sun was already above the horizon, but it didn’t matter.  The sky was overcast.  A cold wind was blowing from the west and snow lingered on the ground from a storm a couple of days before. I looked around.  The light was soft.  The hoodoos took on a deceptive appearance.  They were not the hard, rough, weather worn limestone of the Claron Formation.  They were something else that was almost delicate.  Looking down from above, I felt drawn in.  I wanted to walk among them where they could tower over me.  I wanted to soak in the warmth of their color on that cold, windy morning.