There is something about this spot that cannot be relayed in photos. A "sacredness" is the only word I can come up with. A quiet. The ocassional sound of the Grand Canyon boat tours. No people. Remoteness. A doubling up of echos (on calm days) when you yell into the canyon that becomes an orchestra of voices. The ocassional sound of thunder that really is chunks of rock ocassionally falling the 1500 feet down the walls. Sacred. Special. I have spent a handful of nights here alone and have relished in it.
This was shot with the Canon 5D Mark2, with the 14mmL2. I interpolated a copy of the file up a bit so as to use the same moon in the very same location, but to prevent the ultra wide lens from rendering it a single pixel speck. I wanted it to look more like what the eye saw. Rendering here was conservative, done almost exclusively in ACR.
Canon 5D Mark2
f/5.6 (sharpest f/stop)