Ostensibly, this recent trip was about taking the kids to see the Grand Canyon….and they both thought it was a total dud. I joked beforehand with a friend who had taken her young kids about the whining, “Moooom. We’ve been here twenty minutes and haven’t even seen a condor yet. Lame.” In reality, it was less than a minute, no lie, before my six-year-old daughter turned to me and said “I can’t believe we drove a HALF HOUR to see this.” (Bless her heart. We actually took a week vacation, a four hour flight and did five hours combined, driving, to get here…but still.)
I’ll put up lots more from our trip in the following days, but here’s some of the best pictures from our morning at the Canyon. For your viewing pleasure, none of the wilting or whining or “mood enhancers” (Jolly Ranchers, handed out at desperate times,) are included. But, there IS a condor!
I haven’t enhanced or filtered any of these, only cropping one and spot-removing grit form three images. The colors of the canyon are muted in the morning and develop as the sun moves overhead. If you’re not eight and/or hot, tired,crabby, or generally miserable, it would be amazing to stay the day and watch the colors of the rocks “change”.