Once I entered Zion National Park in southern Utah, I never wanted to leave. The sense of being surrounded by sheer, ponderous cliffs — ones infused with a spectrum of reds and oranges unheard of in my Pacifc Northwest stomping grounds — is comforting yet disquieting at the same time.
Last Light in Zion captures a fleeting moment just above the popular Emerald Pools — and by popular, I mean just that. The quantity of people milling about chased me upwards and away. As in any crowded place, the further you go from the initial entrance, the fewer people who follow you there, and Last Light in Zion catches a quiet moment at the end of the day, minutes before the sun disappears behind the park's guardian cliffs.