In Zion Main Canyon on a bend of the Virgin River close to the Temple of Sinawava.
I rarely talk about the photos I take. Most people enjoy a picture, but I think some people enjoy a story. While it’s definitely not a groundbreaking story, I think context surrounding photos can be calming and nice. It’s something I want to do more of.
This was taken in Zion. It was a clear day, and I drove up and down the main canyon chasing a composition of side light casting on a cottonwood tree with a background of sandstone in shadow. I kept missing the light because it moves so fast in the canyon, and I don’t know Zion well enough. I decided to park the car and head across the river for potentially a more intimate scene, and as I crossed, a small herd of deer popped up their heads to see what’s going on. The wildlife in Zion is comfortable with human traffic for the most part, and they live their lives among the popular hikes and sights. I walked with them as they made their way deeper into the canyon, and finally snapped a shot of one that loved to pose for the camera.
This is not the image I went to Zion for that day, yet this image speaks for the experience of photography rather than the final image to me. The experience is what matters, and I wouldn’t have experienced that moment if it wasn’t for the excuse of being out which is the camera. An image I’m happy with is really just a bonus.
Most photography for me is done alone in my own company, but when I needed it most, I was able to spend a brief moment with quiet good company in a cozy canyon.