July 12, 2010
If the beauty of coastal New England can be described as beauty within confined sculpted spaces, the beauty of the American west can be described as the beauty of boundless open space. Canyonlands has forever changed my perception of both geographic scale and space. From just about any point, my peripheral vision is stretched to its limits, struggling to appreciate the enormity of the panoramic views. Looking down from scenic plateaus that are in some points, 1000 feet above the canyon floor and more than 6000 feet above sea level, depth perception is redefined. The array of colors and textures across the landscape is beyond ordinary description. Within the walls of the canyon, shades of earth tones signify different points in history, when nature’s fury left its mark. The textures vary greatly, from polished smooth stone to complex asymmetry. On the canyon floor are etchings left behind from water that once flowed. Ever evolving through the forces of wind, rain and sun, it is easy to forget that these canyons are some 300 million years in the making.