It was a frigid morning.

The day before, I had arrived at the south rim of the Grand Canyon during a blizzard, with whiteout conditions.

It mostly snowed during the night, and this morning, it was crisp and cold with freshly fallen snow.

I was excited to see what I could see, so I drove slowly to Yavapai Point overlook. I was the only one there.

I got out of the car, grabbed my camera bag and tripod, and began to trudge through the snow. It appeared to be at least a foot or more deep; in some places, it seemed closer to two.

Thankfully, my bean boots kept my feet warm as I worked my way to the west side of the overlook. I wanted to see if any snow had fallen into the canyon itself.

I was amazed to find the canyon snow-free. There were signs of snow along the edge, disappearing about 100 feet into the canyon. Only the rim had snow.

The contrast between the red rock of the canyon and the white snow was too much to pass up.

In the crisp air, I set down my camera bag, took out my camera, and set it up on my tripod. Sitting the tripod in the snow was a bit of a struggle, but I got there.

In the quiet of early morning, I took this shot of the Grand Canyon looking west from Yavapai Point.

The beauty and peacefulness of the scene stretched out before me were not lost on me, and I stood there with a silly grin on my face, knowing I had the shot I had come to the Grand Canyon for.

The snow, the clouds, the shadows, the light, the tree branches heavily laden with snow—it all made for a magical scene, and every time I look at this photograph, I am transported to this magical place.

And a smile comes to my face as I remember that cold and frigid morning there at the Grand Canyon.

Thanks for reading and coming along with me on this journey!

Peace,