The birth, the crumbles
The rock is a warm shade of earthy red, smooth but brittle, soaked in a daily light & on occasion washed in a cool rain. Large looming walls extend up shading the canyon floor, a reprieve from the desert sun with an attitude that creates contrast. My mind is snapped back when a faint cracking & crumbling breaks the silence. Further up the canyon part of the wall sheds unwanted layers. I look at the ground, & at the rocks, & understand where they came from, & now, how unsettling it is to walk in the Colossus’ shadow.
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100