Let the rain fall.
Let the lightning flash, the thunder roll across the mesa.
Let my senses, my skin, drink it in.
Let my soul be baptized in this wild and lonely place.
Rather than run when the clouds blossomed into thunderheads and the rain fell in long, grey streaks, I sat at the mouth of the canyon, watching the storms take shape and drift toward me. I laughed with the thunder, found raw beauty in the lightning, and felt joy with the rain on my skin.
(I become the clouds, the wind, the storm itself. I grow, I become stronger. I cover the sky, the mesa. I ran down on the land, bringing the promise of spring.)
I braved the storm till the last minute, and finally, as the skies opened above me and the hail came down, I ran through the sweet, wet sage and headed for higher ground.
Beautiful days, each one entirely new, each one better than the previous day. Sunshine, blue skies, nature all around me. I do believe I am in love with this land.
Go out, friends, and find your beautiful days. Fall in love with nature.
I cross the badlands, hoodoos and strange grey hills mark my path.
I linger briefly in no man's land. I listen to the whisper of the wind, the crunch of my man's boot on hard, dry dirt.
I see my destination in the distance. I go forward, passage once again secured.
From prehistoric surface sites to old cowboy camps to scenery that never quits, this place, this amazing, wonderful place, makes my heart sing and my head explode!
These photos were taken on the last day of our trip. Not only did we discover a brand new part of the mesa to explore, I took about a million pictures! Of course, I want to share each and every one with you....
Walking this earth is a gift, a learning experience, and just plain fun. The quote, "live every day like it's your last", is what comes to mind when I look at these photos. Each day was full of adventure and the pure joy of being alive. Not only am I so thankful the mesa and I found each other, I'm thankful to be able to share it with all of you!