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Descending into the Grand Canyon
Like a strung out line of pensioners we faltered down the icy path. Those without poles clinging to one another, fearing an embarrassing slide on their rear more than tumbling down the steep cliff edge. Half an hour earlier Dylan, on his morning jog, choose a more dignified glide down the trail, running shoes acting as skis.
Blue birds fluttered against a backdrop of pink rock, whilst the sun rose and turned paths, for a moment, into dripping streams. The cliffs echoed with shouts, squirrels gathered and contrails etched into a brilliant blue sky.
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Oh wow…you’re photos are amazing. Thank you for sharing!
That’s so lovely, thank you. It’s a pleasure to share, and great to know people out there are enjoying them.
i love these photos so much! love the bird!
He was a happy guy with a sweet song. There was a squirrel right in front of me so I had to keep alternating between the two!
Wow, what a dreamy vision – these photos are unbelievable and this land so awe-inspiring! There is something so mystical about this place…magical.
Thank you Jade, what I wouldn’t give to have had more days here and seen more sunsets and sunrises.