Canyons & Skies
images from Canyonlands National Park, Utah, February 2010
dark streak of wings
across the endless open air
to brush the canyon rim—
solitary raven
At some point, you have to say, stop, I can't take in anymore, it's all just too intense, too powerful, too beautiful. You become overwhelmed; there's just too much to take in. Your eyes need to rest for awhile, before you can see such intensity again. Minutes or hours. It's good to break up the day with a drive between locations, to rest the mind. Then you can see afresh new vistas. Just being there, standing for awhile in silence, a raven for silent companionship, is enough to renew the soul, to heal everything that's been broken before.
dark streak of wings
across the endless open air
to brush the canyon rim—
solitary raven
At some point, you have to say, stop, I can't take in anymore, it's all just too intense, too powerful, too beautiful. You become overwhelmed; there's just too much to take in. Your eyes need to rest for awhile, before you can see such intensity again. Minutes or hours. It's good to break up the day with a drive between locations, to rest the mind. Then you can see afresh new vistas. Just being there, standing for awhile in silence, a raven for silent companionship, is enough to renew the soul, to heal everything that's been broken before.
Labels: photography, poem, raven, roadtrip
posted by Art Durkee at 10:25 AM
3 Comments:
It's like a lunar landscape, Art, or at least how I imagine the moon's surface might look. Surreal, and as you suggest unspeakably beautiful.
Thanks.
It's amazing to me how much more surreal nature and real life are than surrealist artists can do. You know? It's like the old saying:
"Strange is truther than fiction."
Thanks, John.
It's quite something in winter, ennit? :)
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