The Zion moon sets in the grasp of dawn-lit sandstone fingers. The river floods from early winter snows. My feet are soaked. Guess that’s what happens when you stand in the river for a photograph.
! and there were some guys that watched me stop and set up. they set up behind me [which of course i'm not a fan of, but what can ya do] and they didn't even shoot because they said they didn't like the light! i was flabbergasted.