"The glories and the beauties of form, color, and sound unite in the grand canyon - forms unrivaled even by the mountains, colors that vie with sunsets, and sounds that span the diapason from tempest to tinkling raindrop, from cataract to bubbling fountain.
" ~ John Wesley Powell

In the distance behind me and over the rocky beach out of view, I heard the faint breakfast call from my river guides. I sighed to myself that this would be another morning of rushed breakfast, for I saw the light changing on this scene and knew it would not wait for me to satiate my physical hunger; yet the scene most certainly would satiate my artistic hunger. So I lingered here and extra 15 minutes watching the rising sun cast its glow on the canyon and reflect its goodwill in the river at my feet. The combination of forms, colors, and sound was pure glory and the perfect way to feed my soul for the day's adventures.