Like many of you, I have been fortunate to travel to a number of interesting places. While each has had its own special allure, nothing and I mean nothing has ever struck me with such force as the Grand Canyon.
Two billion years in the making, its sheer size is overwhelming.
Looking out at its vastness one cannot help but realize there is a power greater than any man and be grateful for such majesty. Obviously, others have experienced the same emotion.
As many pictures as have been taken of the Grand Canyon, no way can a camera lens capture its textures,
and colors. As a weaver, I cannot help but be inspired by all these and think about how they can be interpreted in cloth.
In some places, it is possible to see the Colorado River snaking through the canyon looking tame from such a vantage point. Another day it would be great fun to raft the river, but one has to think ahead as the wait can be as long as three years.
The terrain is rocky, and for the most part only the hardiest specimens grow. Occasionally, however, you stumble upon a sweetly blooming plant
or a riot of color. No matter what the elements, all appear to blend perfectly together.
I’m beginning to wonder what took so long to get here!
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