Along the river, our guide gathered everyone around and said we should look at the water while he sang a song he wrote of The River Going Nowhere and beat his shallow drum. As he explained it, in the old days, no one knew where the river went. No one knew that eventually, it would go into the Colorado. In those days, it came and passed by where they lived. That was all they needed to know.

Everyone loved it and thought …

Photographers need to adapt. Mother Nature, as we often say, has a mind of her own. We can be frustrated by her, or we can adapt.

As noted in previous blogs in this series, we saw a lot of rain in Canyon de Chelly that caused a lot of flooding. The “road” into the canyon was a mud mire in many places, and we were the first ones to go in, so no tracks had been packed down.

Our jeep got stuck, and the other two worked as a team to get it out. It made sense to turn around and reschedule for …

This year in Canyon de Chelly, there has been an unusual amount of rain. Usually the rains, if they come, appear during summer months. In September, there is usually not much precipitation.

I have never seen the canyon floor looks so green. Chinle Wash, that runs through the canyon, is bordered by lush Cottonwoods, Willow, and invasive species that the Feds brought in several decades back such as Tamarisk and Russian Olive.

Even not taking into account the rainfall, the Canyon looks a lot different today than it did back when …