After a couple of lazy days in Page, Arizona -- the Dear Man golfing while I puttered with books and words -- we decided to be brave little tourists, so we could see Antelope Canyon. Because it's on Navajo land, you have to go in with a group and a guide. A bit crazy to be there amidst so many people and languages, but memorable sights, that's for sure.
There are plenty more beautiful images of this probably over-photographed site, with everyone practically jostling to get the 'perfect' shot of the beams of light streaming down from above. Still, I'm happy with the weird little vision I got, looking up into some tumbleweed tangled near the ceiling.