Why are some of us so compelled to record what is deep down in our imagination? That question became so real to me a few weeks ago when we went to Moab, Utah in search of water and found it where the Mill Creek pours down from the La Sal Mountains...
The trail is half in the water, half on the side of the slick rock and the only place I could sit down to sketch while the family hiked up the trail to explore the pools and waterfalls created as the water dropped from one slick rock steppe to another, down to the Colorado River....
I know I wasn't the first person to sit here, to use my
imagination and make art.... it has been a place for that for quite some time.
Did their children play in the creek, like mine, as they chiseled away these surreal creatures from their
imagination?
I'm sure they did. What a magical place.
ReplyDeleteI love this post. I did Archeaology as an undergrad and I don't know how many times I had the same thoughts, gazing at a sight I knew had to be special, wonderfully ordinary or even holy to so many before me. How lucky we are to tread this earth! Thanks for sharing yoru lovely image and thoughts.
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