Here’s another photo taken on a beautiful morning from the Grand Canyon’s North Rim—I hope I see another like it when I’m there next month (with a few well-placed clouds this time, too). Looking at photographs from that first visit excites me with the canyon’s literally immense possibilities, so countless and timeless, and far beyond the imaginings of a photographer standing at its edge.
The Grand is, perhaps, the ideal example of making adjustments. Nothing could be more natural—water flowing over rock, by turns violent and gentle but always resolute, flexible when necessary, continually finding a path of lesser resistance, moving on. And that’s life in a nutshell, isn’t it?