While out looking for a snow covered red rock scene I stumbled upon these maples blanketed in a fresh coat of December snow. I decided the unusual amount of leaves left on the branches were worth a shot, especially since they were still red. There is something I love about Zion in the winter that I can't put my finger on. Perhaps its the smell of sage that when wet seems to fill the air, or the piercing quiet of the canyon when draped in a fresh coat of snow. All I know is that its the beginning of winter in Zion, and words cannot express how much I love this canyon!