One day in late September, I woke up before dawn, woke up Joey and Sarah to join me, and drove up the canyon to get what I hoped would be stunning sunrise photos.
The sky was black, with no moon to help me know if there would be a good sunrise or not.
As we drove, it started to drizzle. I had hopes that by the time we got to our destination a half hour away, it might clear up and let the sun break through.
And though I'd hope for glorious beams of light on the golden leaves
and beautiful clouds illuminated in shades of pink and purple
I think what I got instead on that drizzly, rainy day
while my son held a towel over me to protect my camera from the rain
was absolutely beautiful.
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I've only been there twice (and under unfortunate circumstances both times -- once when my father died, and then again when my grandfather passed away). I only have extended relatives in Utah these days, but the family cemetery is in Herriman, so that's where we all descend when we're grieving.
I keep meaning to go to SLC and surrounding parts for reasons that AREN'T sad, but life has a tendency to get in the way, of course. It's one of the most uniquely beautiful places I've ever visited and I appreciate how you keep tiding me over with such beautiful photos.
This from one photographer to another. :)