I was painting at Yaki Point, looking straight out toward the North Rim when I became aware that the western Canyon was lighting up. Sunlight was focused through a slit in the clouds which made the shadow edges so distinct and the colors so intense. It was a rare moment and, in a moment, the light disappeared.
I was painting at Yaki Point, looking straight out toward the North Rim when I became aware that the western Canyon was lighting up. Sunlight was focused through a slit in the clouds which made the shadow edges so distinct and the colors so intense. It was a rare moment and, in a moment, the light disappeared.