I had never visited the Grand Canyon's North Rim and thus now feel impoverished for not having done so much sooner. It was raining and we had just emerged from the trees guarding the trail to Bright Angel Point. I had noticed that a strip of clear sky to the west might allow the sun to shine through, but was not optimistic, and then, wham! This view opened up in front of me and I literally almost fell to me knees. Words, superlatives, fail to express the conjunction of majestic canyon depths, dramatic monsoon skies, and the evening light. I was so excited, I was trembling while I switched out to my 12 mm fisheye lens as an experiment; a simple panorama would not have compressed the drama of this moment. And there was more to be seen...
