Time to go back to Arizona and the slot canyons. This trip was in part for a workshop conducted by Alain Briot shooting Horseshoe Bend, slot canyons, Powell, and the surrounding area. Of the four slot canyons I visited, only Waterhole [also called, incorrectly it appears to me, Water Hole and Water Holes] was unguided. In the first, Horseshoe Bend Slot Canyon—known to some as Secret Canyon—I was part of a very small group of five [two other couples]. We had the canyon to ourselves, and our guide, Hope, even played her flute that echoed throughout the canyon while we wandered, stared slack-jawed, and made memories. It was tailor-made for shooting with a tripod. For reasons I have blogged about in other posts, I thoroughly enjoy the deliberate process of setting up and shooting a technical camera on a tripod. But it's not the only way to fly, and sometimes—as it would be in Upper and Lower Antelope Canyons—it’s impossible or just forbidden. HBSC was my first slot canyon, and I visited the day before my workshop started. It was not part of the workshop itinerary. The solitude there was overwhelming.
This piece captures the glow and the sense of radiant heat from the sun. We call it Furnace. The artwork is available in our Gallery Shop.
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