As long as I’ve been photographing landscapes, I have always been longing to capture Bryce Canyon under a fresh layer of snow. The way the hoodoos seem to gleam a vibrant fire from underneath their cold, white blanket. I was finally awarded an incredibly brilliant (but unforgiving cold) sunrise morning right after a storm broke offering my lens a chance to capture a raw and powerful view of just how this amphitheater can be lit up by first light.
Amazing shoot out in Moab a few weeks ago… that is a world onto itself! It still remains beautifully haunting as I think back to the simultaneous serenity and understanding of just how small we really are as you hike down along sharp, jagged ridges- looking out over the infinite space of desert, mesas and mountains.
Hiking down into the belly of the canyon is surreal- a world that exists only to those who seek it out. Textured patterns and faces of ghosts await you around every narrow turn as you navigate through the it’s wavy, winding walls.