Continuing with my photography of the National Parks, we come to Bryce Canyon. This was actually our last park of the journey (apparently I’m going alphabetically rather than chronologically) and it was one of my favorites because of the bonus National Forest inside of the park. After so long in the dry heat of the desert, I was finally able to breathe once I saw these trees. And I am fascinated by the way the trees mimic the shapes of the hoodoos – the slender rock spires that make Bryce Canyon famous. These spires seem alive, breathing like the trees. When grouped all together, they resemble an ancient city lost to time. Truly a magical place, and one that I really enjoyed photographing.
