Over millions of years, water flowed and the earth fell away, like an exquisite woman slowly undressing to reveal the naked beauty beneath. Rocks of beige and red, sinuous green water still searching, blue sky backdrop and, in winter, a white blanket of snow, all spread across the vastness of the canyon. Breathtaking in its stark magnificence, the Grand Canyon is a feat only nature could have orchestrated.
Nature, the ultimate sculptor. Tireless and persistent, she is the world’s greatest artist. And this, the Grand Canyon, is her masterpiece.
Photo Credit: Pierre Parent
48 hours awake, occasionally interrupted by brief and inadvertent sitting naps. Paris, Houstin, Phoenix, Prescott. Extreme jet lag and exhaustion. Driving was dangerous. Time to lay down for the first time in two days.
(Written Thursday night, June 9, 2011, in Paulden)
What beauty — that long moment when the sky is split between day and night, the fading glow of day meeting the darkening blue of night. The moon shines bright already, a stunning alternative to its even brighter cousin.
Stars begin to appear, like scattered diamond dust, glimmering more vividly every second.
Creatures of the day are silent, the chattering of cicadas replaced by the laughter of crickets. Occasionally, some distant beast makes its presence known with a squawk, croak or squeal. Soon, all remnants of day will be gone — its heat, its light, its sounds. It is the night’s turn now.
(Written Thursday, June 9, 2011, in Paulden)
It’s amazing how nature can simultaneously seem so quiet and so alive. Birds chirp and sing, bees buzz, cicadas rattle and the wind gently blows. And yet it all seems so calm and tranquil, like an aura of silence around nature’s constant noise.
(Written Wednesday evening, June 8, 2011, on a rock atop a ridge in Paulden as the sun sets on the second night of a three-day retreat)
A truly beautiful sunset is difficult to adequately describe. Of course, an analogy would be best, but at its most incredible, nature is a class of its own, beauty beyond comparison. Nature lends itself graciously as a descriptor of other things, or of other facets of nature. But no unnatural thing can yet match nature’s majesty, in person or on paper.1 Whether the contours of a naked body, the smile of a happy face, or the stunning palette spread by the setting sun, natural beauty is the greatest beauty in the world.