Friday, April 1, 2011


"I wish I had been born a bird instead," he said. "I wish we had all been born birds instead." -Kurt Vonnegut (Hocus Pocus)

Zion National Park. On the edge. The landscape swallowing me whole in an eternity's moment. I lost perception of I and another. Then I heard Andrew's voice calling, asking me to face him for a second picture.

I had to remind myself of my feet on the limestone rock. My mind had to reenter my body. I had to leave the heights where I hung suspended and anchor myself again to the mountain, turn my back on the valley that environed me. Slowly and with almost telekinetic effort, I made my feet move--shuffle--step--backwards first before turning around. Wedge a few more inches between myself and the valley's lure.

1 comment:

  1. This first picture makes my hands begin to sweat.