Time to go back to Arizona and the slot canyons. This trip was in part for a workshop conducted by Alain Briot shooting Horseshoe Bend, slot canyons, Powell, and the surrounding area. Of the four slot canyons I visited, only Waterhole [also called, incorrectly it appears to me, Water Hole and Water Holes] was unguided. In the first, Horseshoe Bend Slot Canyon—known to some as Secret Canyon—I was part of a very small group of five [two other couples]. We had the canyon to ourselves, and our guide, Hope, even played her flute that echoed throughout the canyon while we wandered, stared slack-jawed, and made memories. It was tailor-made for shooting with a tripod. For reasons I have blogged about in other posts, I thoroughly enjoy the deliberate process of setting up and shooting a technical camera on a tripod. But it's not the only way to fly, and sometimes—as it would be in Upper and Lower Antelope Canyons—it’s impossible or just forbidden. HBSC was my first slot canyon, and I visited the day before my workshop started. It was not part of the workshop itinerary. The solitude there was overwhelming.