This past weekend, Kathryn, our friends Adam, Emily, and I drove out to a town called Williams in Arizona. From there we took a train to the south ridge of the Grand Canyon.
Since I have ca 80 photos I want to post, I’ll have to do this in segments.
We began by driving out into the desert. In my mind, the Mojave has always been a myth, yet there it was. I imagined the setting of The Gunslinger (my favorite book) and this man trying to cross something of this scale with only his waterbags and his revolvers.
The tourguide on our train was named Morgan. There should be a book about her. Just before we got off at the park she said “Keep in mind that life is not about the number of breaths we take, but rather the moments that take our breath away.”
When we walked up to the rim, a little boy next to me said “It looks like a large photograph.”
A few moments later, Kathryn said it looks like a painting.