Page, Arizona The biggest lesson I have learnt in photography is that timing is everything. No matter how perfect your technique and equipment, if you aren’t in the right place at the right time you simply wont get the shot. In the underground sandstone caves of Antelope Canyon, in summer I knew the sun would pass directly overhead at midday. As the time approached giving me my only opportunity for the shot, a narrow sliver of light beamed down through the keyhole and on to the sandy canyon floor below. At the precise moment I clicked the shutter, my Navajo Indian guide threw a handful of dust into the shaft of light. It wasn’t until weeks later when I finally got to see the results of the shoot that I was able to see the ghostlike human form that had emerged, and I could only wonder if the ancient spirits of the canyon had been present with me that day.