I arrived at the Grand Canyon late at night through a brightly moonlit forest to hopefully catch a legendary sunrise in the morning. It was cold, as the massive canyon sits at a surprisingly high altitude and it was nearing the end of November, after all.
After a frosty and mostly restless sleep in my car (couldn’t find a proper campsite for the night) I walked to the popular Mather Point. It was five in the morning and there were quite a few loud and obnoxious tourists there already and some other fellow photographers. No matter the crowd, when the sun finally started coming up and illuminating the sky, all other distractions melted away.
As hard as it is to comprehend the size of the universe in your mind, it’s equally as difficult to comprehend the size and scope of the Grand Canyon when you’re standing right at its rim. Was the other side two miles away or fifty? It was genuinely hard to tell. I’d be looking at impossibly steep drops, only to notice another drop of equal size at its base reaching deeper into the canyon.
There were controlled fires happening in the nearby forests which added a nice touch of haze to my photographs.
I will definitely be visiting again so I can properly explore this place, particularly the Rim-To-Rim hike which takes you to the base of the Grand Canyon and back.
