The Morning Star
First thing I remember from this morning is this tree.
Fortune favors not only the bold but also those that wake up early.
The Morning Approach
High atop this plateau peninsula, my morning was unexpectedly frosted. Though I should have been more prepared for that given how cold the night was.
These trees were the first to grab the morning's light.
Pine Cone Paradise
Do you call them pine straw or pine needles? These pine cones don't seem to care either way
Like the arteries from a river, these trees seem to follow a similar branching pattern.
Even the frost was no match for the howling winds of last night.
This downed leave was reborn with the ice crystals.
Yes! The remainder of the morning would be weaving along the rim of this plateua in the still northern regions of Zion National Park.
No Egyptians responsible for the construction of this natural wonder.
Off in the distance. Thankfully my lens was able to punch out some distance.
These trees have some of the most gnarled branches I've ever seen. I'm sure the elements (wind, I'm looking at you) are partly to blame.
Has any human ever mounted this cone-like monolith?
On the other side of the plateau, I descend down into a densely covered canyon.
Everything the light touches is my kingdom.
It was really starting to feel like autumn. I could almost smell Halloween.