The Story Behind The Photo

Can one beam of light reawaken your soul?

Over 4,000 miles led me here—through vast deserts, sleepless miles, and a deep ache to capture something eternal. Antelope Canyon, carved by centuries of wind and flash floods, is more than a landmark—it’s a sacred hush, a cathedral of stone. The Navajo call it “the place where water runs through rock.” Some call it “The Corkscrew,” others simply “The Light.”

As I stepped inside, the world above faded. Silence wrapped around me. The walls rippled like silk—deep ochre, burning orange, and soft rose—each turn revealing a new brushstroke from the hand of God. I came hoping for a sunburst. I got more.

The light was unpredictable—piercing, fleeting, impossible to chase. Each moment meant waiting with breath held and heart bowed. And then, just as the canyon opened upward, the sun broke through—bold, brilliant, holy. I whispered the words etched in my soul: “I am the light of the world…”

This photo is more than a moment. It’s a reminder that even in the deepest places, Light still finds a way. My prayer is that this image draws you to that same stillness—to remember that the Light has never left you, even in the canyon.

📖 Scripture (featured on the artwork):

“I am the light of the world.

Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but

will the light of life.”
—John 8:12