The Grand Canyon is a cathedral of time, not only by rivers and wind but by silence itself. Each visit feels like opening as ancient book, its pages written in stone and light, shifting with ever hour and season. I return again and again, not to capture the Canyon as a whole–it is far too vast for that– but to trace the fleeting moments it offers: the hush before dawn, the sudden blaze of dusk, the quiet shadows that creep along its walls like whispers of eternity. This image is made up of 9- 8×10 tintypes using the wet plate collodion process.