During summer monsoon season it could rain any day. But the visitors don’t really appreciate the disturbed view of the canyon. Pity for them they can’t just accept the beauty as it comes to them.
The clouds and fog settled in and brought much needed rain all morning.
Then by late afternoon openings provided secret glimpses of the beauty.
So I walked onto Bright Angel Point trail.
Found a rock to sit on and soaked in the view changing so fast I could barely capture a given moment.
Both sides of the ridge displayed the peaceful mood of fog lifting from the heated depths.
Good thing I wasn’t in uniform so nobody stopped to ask questions.
It’s good to be incognito sometimes.
The canyon slid in and out of view.
A table cloth of clouds flowed over the South Rim and into the canyon.
As some fog rose, more crept in to take its place.
I just couldn’t walk away.
And kept taking more photos.
Feeling so fortunate to see the canyon, spend time with it. Unlike too many visitors who only stay for a fleeting moment, hours or a couple of days.
When I finally tore myself away at the end of my work day Raven said goodbye to me, but not to the canyon.
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