Bryce is a geologic fantasyland. Ten million years ago forces within the earth created and moved massive blocks of stone. Ancient rivers carved the tops and exposed the edges of these blocks. In time, tall and thin ridges called fins emerged. Fins then eroded into pinnacles and spires, called hoodoos. Bryce is a canyon of richly colored hoodoos, a feast for the eye and the camera, particularly when struck by morning and evening light. Here are the colors of dawn, almost blindingly beautiful. I concentrate here on only a few of the tens of thousands of hoodoos that surrounded me on both sides, blending three successive layers of stone and color into each other. Their colors tell the story of time itself.