The decision to go and photograph this canyon was made very late at night whilst playing that final round of pool over beers. An accomplished volunteer to accompany me sealed the deal. It would become the next days mission. A late start was inevitable. Canyoning in the Blue Mountains is a very cold, wet experience. Physically demanding, involving wetsuits, dry bags, waterproof boxes and some considerably long walks. Choosing the camera was easy, take the smallest lightest one you have, and pack just one lens. Better make it a light weight one too in one of your favored focal lengths. So in this instance it was a 1950’s 4 x 5 metal field camera and a small crisp 135mm f5.6 lens.