It’s a chilly morning here in Socorro,New Mexico. I am taking my ease in a tent pitched in an RV campground on the edge of town, swaddled in a sleeping bag and taking advantage of the wi-fi access this place provides. I’m waiting for a new head gasket to be installed in my truck,and as I wait I’ve been looking through the photos I’ve shot during the past couple of weeks.
On our meandering journey to the East Bev and I spent several days in Utah, visiting choice localities which she wanted to share with me. I was eagerly anticipating a visit to Arches National Park, just north of Moab. The park was disagreeably crowded, but the splendor of the sandstone formations more than made up for the crowded conditions. I envy Edward Abbey, who served as a ranger in the park back when it was a National Monument and could only be accessed via a gravel road.
As I processed some of my photos I realized that I hadn’t included a single arch! There is so much to see in that park, and for me, the arches, while beautiful and photogenic, paled before some of the other formations.
Have a look at the park through my eyes:
Most of these formations have been given colloquial names, an effort by human observers to make sense of such mind-boggling sights. I shun these names. These formations don’t need names; they are eons-old structures which will be continuing to slowly weather away when the human race is but a distant memory.
We were fortunate–the skies were blue with photogenic clouds during our visit.
A stone lion?
I do enjoy vast landscapes,but my personal bent leans towards more intimate scenes. Here is a miniature canyon among the fossilized sand dunes:
King of the hoodoo tribe:
Okay,I just have to include one arch!