Picture was shot with an iPhone 4S and then edited with Snapseed and resized in Photoshop CS5
Beauty is all around out in the Grand Canyon south of the Utah Border. You take a dirt road from Colorado City, 67 miles across the rugged Arizona Strip before getting to this spot. The dirt road is so primitive that a lot of people are not willing to take the risk. This area is a hot sport for serious landscape photographers who are familiar with the Southwest. I photographed this with an emphasis on the porous sandstone bathed in early morning light.
Everyone should get out at least once in their lifetime to see this grand arch before it collapses and is gone forever. It still looks like a miracle to me, the fact that it’s still standing. There is beauty in this world. Even though it’s all scientifically explorable, the heart of spirit still rules these wild places where wind still talks and the raven planes the edges of Navajo sandstone in search of his next find.
The Moab Desert of Utah is usually a deep red and encased by Canyonlands National Park, and Arches National Park. The beauty of this area is not easily overlooked without an episode of heartache. In the summer months, the monsoon comes to wet the land and dampen the hot baked Navajo sandstone.
I took this shot of Antelope Canyon handheld without the tripod last week while guiding a tour in Northern Arizona. This slot canyon is on the Navajo Reservation about five minutes southeast of Page. I work for about three different tour companies but I also travel to places like these alone. I love teaching people about the land and the importance of these beautiful places. Antelope Canyon is located on the Navajo Reservation and is a valuable source of revenue for Navajo owned and operated tour businesses.
“You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round… The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours…
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.” – Black Elk Oglala Sioux Holy Man, 1863-1950