After we left the Grand Canyon, we stopped at “Navajo Bridge” and gazed wonderingly at the Colorado River. Well, the boys did. I took pictures. And my poor husband nervously asked me to please not lean over the railing like that.
Many photographers before me, and of a much higher caliber of talent (and equipment) have attempted to capture the staggering vastness that is the Grand Canyon. Standing on that precipice, I arrived at the rather light headed conclusion that it’s just not within the realm of possibility to fully encapsulate the experience in any form of media.
But of course I tried. At least you can see the curvature.