The colorful rock of Grand Canyon, Arizona, and the turquoise water that runs through Supai, homeland of the Havasupai tribe. There are several waterfalls here - like jewels in a red shrine, glowing in the evening light.

It was quite windy that night in August. Pre-monsoon weather. Thunder echoed between the rock walls and there were occasional rain showers. I knew this moment wouldn't last for long, and the seconds of exposure felt like an eternity. A few minutes later the last rays of sun were gone.