I began photographing Antelope Canyon on January 2, 1980, having discovered it late the previous afternoon, too late to begin any photography. I was the first person to ever photograph that extraordinary location, and several other slit canyons in the vicinity systematically, pushed by my fascination with them and my astonishment that such places could ever exist.
In 1981, I began a series of workshops in nearby Page, Arizona, bringing many students to some of those canyons, and inadvertently helping to turn the area into the unfortunate tourist attraction it has since become. But the slit canyons have always remained as awesome to me as the day I first entered Antelope Canyon. Discovering it was an incredible way to start out a decade. I have always referred to it, and all the others, as “slit canyons” (my original term for them) even though they are commonly referred to today as “slot canyons,”because the term slot canyon sounds too much like Las Vegas to me (a place worth avoiding, in my opinion).