Stillness in the Narrows
This spot deep in the Zion Narrows is notoriously difficult. After hours of wading through the cold river, you’re usually exhausted by the time you reach it. To make things harder, this narrow section acts like a wind tunnel. Every time I’ve been here, a relentless breeze shakes the hanging ferns at the top, making a clean exposure nearly impossible. On top of that, the beautiful golden glow on the canyon wall only lasts briefly. Last year, everything finally aligned. The air was shockingly still, the glow hit the sandstone perfectly, and my physical training paid off, leaving me with enough energy to carefully set up this composition. It was a gratifying moment where years of unsuccessful attempts unexpectedly came together.
This spot deep in the Zion Narrows is notoriously difficult. After hours of wading through the cold river, you’re usually exhausted by the time you reach it. To make things harder, this narrow section acts like a wind tunnel. Every time I’ve been here, a relentless breeze shakes the hanging ferns at the top, making a clean exposure nearly impossible. On top of that, the beautiful golden glow on the canyon wall only lasts briefly. Last year, everything finally aligned. The air was shockingly still, the glow hit the sandstone perfectly, and my physical training paid off, leaving me with enough energy to carefully set up this composition. It was a gratifying moment where years of unsuccessful attempts unexpectedly came together.