As part of my trip to the Grand Canyon, I drove from Flagstaff to Sedona, a winding mountain road that culminates in a bridge over a gorge just this side of Sedona. There’s a series of trails just off the side here, which I took an hour to walk through. On the way back, this spectacular view of the bridge presented itself.
The trip down the mountain was cold and snowy, turning to rain as I went down further. The top 3000 feet of the mountain, large and isolated enough to create its own weather pattern, was enveloped in a cloud that dispersed as near as 30 miles away. Near Sedona, the overcast conditions were just starting to break apart, creating dappled light and dense fog within a few hundred yards.
Coming down the mountain, I was admittedly a little grumpy. I didn’t know about the quickly-changing weather conditions in this area. Even crossing the bridge, I was aware of the potential for a photograph but the mist was still to heavy to get a worthwhile shot. From the nearest vantage point, the bridge was completely obscured. Nevertheless, turned around and went back across the bridge, got out of the car and started down the trail, hoping for some macro shots or other short distance photography. I got a few interesting things, which will also be posted in the future. But on the way back from taking these shots, the mist began to clear a little, and the sun even poked through a little bit.
Suddenly I was faced with the scene above and my general mood improved appreciably. I was thankful I had the foresight to bring my tripod along as I knew I would want the maximum depth of field and a very slow shutter. The result did require more touch up than I’d hoped, as the weather created several water spots on the lens that had to be taken care of in post processing. But this is a shot that’s going on my wall.