We were blessed with 14 days of Zion National Park, The Grand Canyon, and Sedona Arizona all to ourselves, literally. Arriving at the Grand Canyon's South Rim the previous afternoon in the middle of a snow and wind squall, visibility of the Canyon floor was near Zero. For anyone who's ever been to the Canyon, the lookout points literally hang on the edge of 1,000 feet. At dark, perched on the rim, the forms of the Canyon are ghostly. What I like so much about this image is the wind swept steely cold blue of the canyon floor.