It's damn cold at Bryce Canyon National Park before sunrise, since it's over 8,100 feet in elevation. The crisp fall air of southern Utah and the Colorado Plateau already foretells a hard winter. We were hoping to catch that magical moment when the sun's first rays begin reflecting off the orange and red spires of Bryce. Unfortunately what we saw were heavy gray clouds to the east that would certainly defeat our efforts.
The grey clouds became a metaphor for the past 34 months of this Socialist Administration, blocking the pure light of freedom, liberty and prosperity from the land. As we shivered, waiting for the light I thought who could America blame for it's shattered state? The usual suspects, Obama, Pelosi, Wall Street manipulators and their Democratic whores, the lap dog liberal media, Soros and his happily bribed Sonderkommando's, the unions infected with rabid leadership and grotesque greed, Freddie, Fannie and the Fed, while all sincerely malevolent to this country and its citizens, merely fill the power vacuum caused by our larger problem.
An enormous flash of lighting strobe-lit the red spires of Bryce, while the thunder rolled over our heads and dropped us to our knees. Each one of us is the problem; we sat and watched, without taking action. We had forgotten the essential lesson of the American Revolution; each one of us must take personal responsibility for our country, our liberties and freedoms. Case in point, did any of us scream bloody murder after the Kelo decision? Nether did I. Little wonder the Tea Party scares the stink out of every liberal and far left ideologue in America.
Most of the other photographers fled that chilly dawn storm, but we huddled together, hoping for the light to once again break through the clouds. And yes it did, it finally did.
"Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light"
From "My Country 'Tis Of Thee"