Can you guess which one was taken in the Fall and in the Winter? These images were both RAW and taken at the same time of the day (noon) with clear skies, but in different months. One’s in October, the other’s in December. The answer is at the end of the post.

Planning a trip to Lower Antelope Canyon and wondering whether to go in fall or winter? So, I recently went to Lower Antelope Canyon last October, which was my second time. The first time was this year, in January, which was winter. Both were around noon visits. You will trek and climb steep stairs. Here’s a detailed comparison of visiting during each season—advantages, disadvantages, and key reminders to help you choose and prepare.

My Recommendation

If I were to pick one season, because my priorities are peace & quiet, getting away from the crowds, and I don’t mind dressing for cold and sacrificing the iconic light-beams, then winter is my top choice.

However, if you’re not a fan of extreme cold, I’d lean towards fall for the balanced benefits: comfortable weather, beautiful lighting/colors, and fewer extreme conditions.

Final Checklist Before You Go

• ✅ Reserve your guided tour in advance (Book through Dixies’ or Ken’s online)
• ✅ Check timing: aim for late morning/midday for best light.
• ✅ Wear appropriate shoes for ladders/uneven terrain.
• ✅ Dress in layers; bring sunscreen, hat, sunglasses.
• ✅ Bring water, snacks, a small daypack (check tour rules for bag size).
• ✅ Check weather forecast & local conditions (road access, surface conditions).
• ✅ Arrive early (recommended 15–30 minutes before tour).
• ✅ Respect the land: stay with your guide, follow rules, carry out any trash.

Important note: NO VIDEOS ARE ALLOWED. Also, you can stop by the Horseshoe Bend, which is a 5-min drive from the canyon. Note the time changes as well if you’re coming from the Central Time Zone. For those who do not want to do a challenging trek and are scared of heights, I suggest you the Upper Antelope Canyon instead.

ANSWER: The image on the Left was taken last October, and the one on the Right was in December! The canyon was pretty in the eyes, but the lighting during the fall vs. winter made the difference.

All my life, I experienced flooding annually. I would blame my parents for choosing a bad place for a house. I got traumatized by the rain, flood, and wind brought by typhoons in the Philippines. Then, all this corruption in flood control in the news showed up. And, I realized, my parents were not the problem. They did what they thought was best.

It’s enraging, nakakagalit. It has shown me how brutally those people are using taxpayers’ money for their own benefit. You see, flooding not only kills people through flash floods or erosion, but also indirectly kills people through hunger or sickness.

For years, I was always worried our house would be destroyed by the flood on top of my sick father. I grew up anxious about the rain, and so did those who had the same experience. I remember lining up in a queue to get relief goods with the politician’s name or face, or getting to a crowded area only to beg for that little money that could barely afford a week’s worth of dialysis. I swear, getting some money for a dialysis session was like begging. And, we couldn’t even afford to protest for begging the taxpayers’ money.

But, the billions of pesos going to the pockets of these corrupt individuals are the cause of the death of many. I saw my father telling us not to bother spending money on him, and I know that when he got bedridden, he was considerate enough to think about our welfare that he thought he’d be a hassle to us when the flood entered the house again. This is just a lone example. How much more those families who are poorer than us? They think that these politicians giving us little from the taxpayers’ money are their heroes, not knowing that they’re the very cause of why we got into that situation. Those individuals who are fighting fair would endure the bare minimum in an evacuation center when the flood destroyed their homes and would rather choose to die instead of going to the hospitals. If this money were only used to brace the Philippines in every typhoon, my family and other average and poor families wouldn’t be so stressed out about where to get money if their basic needs are destroyed by a flood.

It’s a sad reality that takes time to understand. But, I hope this issue does not die down and the beginning of a better flood control project or a health care system.

If you have very limited time to visit the National Parks, let me tell you, you can do see 3 National Parks including the 28-hr travel time.

We drove from East to West, from Omaha, NE, which was 14hrs from these National Parks. It will be good if you’ll start driving in the morning of your first day out of your 3 days and sleep close to one of the National Parks. On our way to Zion National Park, we stopped by Arches National Park. Slept overnight close to Zion National Park. The parking was terrible at 10am at Zion National Park and we ended up driving around and went to Bryce National Park.

Arches National Park

The hike to the famous arch was so long. In the summer, it was scorching hot. Be prepared. Bring at least a liter of water per person, sunscreen, and wear the most comfortable shoes.

Zion National Park

Make sure to be here early so you can get a good parking spot. At around 10am, we couldn’t find a parking spot so we just drove around and the scenery was still worth our time.

Bryce National Park

This place was majestic. The trek was easy. It could get hot in here, so remember to bring water, sunscreen, and a granola bar with you before trekking. Also, each spot was worth a photo.

On our 3rd and last day, we drove back home. It was a sweet and short trip but our eyes are filled with good views and memories.

Or starting strong but not finishing.

Ningas Cogon has a literal meaning of quick flame in the grass, but a Filipino idiom which means that you only show an initial burst of interest or effort for a new project or task but fails to sustain it over time. It highlights a lack of perseverance and consistency, where something is started with fervor but abandoned once the initial excitement fades.

The past few weeks, the headlines in the Philippines news were about the Nepo babies and their lavish lifestyle. But, they are unacceptable nepo babies because the wealth that they flaunt comes from corruption. Corruption causing the decade flood control problem and other flaws in the societal system where poor and average taxpayers suffer the most.

The sad thing is, we are ningas cogon. We only focus on the initial trending news. We forgot to fight until the end. Let’s take, for example, the case of Alice Guo. Where is she now? Is she getting punished the same way as those poor people convicted for stealing a tray of eggs because they are hungry?

After a while, once this news on nepo babies and billions getting to the pockets of greedy officials and contractors, are we just gonna end up forgiving and forgetting these cold-hearted people? Are we not tired of suffering from floods? While these cold-hearted people enjoy our taxes?

I wanted to remind myself that, as part of the community, it is my responsibility to not forget easily these people who do not play fair in the game of life. May we all learn to persevere and fight for the better life of our next generation.

My younger sister died before she was even born.

I was 5 at the time, and now I am 80.

As a big sister, I could be grieving for such huge loss.

We found a purple tulip the next day that my sister died.

It was a kind of purple that up until this time I haven’t seen another one.

I was distracted by its beauty but didn’t see any deeper meaning.

I didn’t even understand my feelings as a kid, as I do now.

I didn’t cry when she died, and neither did I mourn at any time in my life.

I saw my father cried but, my mother mourned her the most.

I learned that grief feels different at each stage of your life and who are you grieving for.

Your emotions grow older as you mature.

Love builds and sticks through time.

My love for my sister was a love I never understood.

Now that I am older, I would love to believe that the purple tulip was my little sister.

They said tulip bulbs multiply,

But, the purple tulip stayed there by itself.

They also said that tulips bloom for seven years at the most.

The purple tulip is now 75 years old, and so was my little sister.

(Disclaimer: purple tulip was real. It is 75 years old, and was found the next day after the death of a sister. Other details are from the writer.)

I miss having this kind of life where every weekend I can write my thoughts here.

But, life has been eating me whole the past weeks and months.

Despite promising to myself that I will write here once a week, I found myself feeling tired and choosing to lay in bed doomscrolling.

I have been balancing two jobs. For the first time in my life.

One requires my whole physical strength, the other needs my mental health.

While adjusting in my new house and environment.

I lost a couple of good habits I already built (like running every afternoon).

Am I really not having time? Or my mind is tricking me?

I miss this page as I miss my life.

Sometimes we need to sacrifice small things for a greater goal.

A greater goal full of uncertainties.

We can only hope that it would really result to a greater goal.

*sigh*