Clouds in The Canyon


Clouds in the canyon,
brushing rock faces they have known
for a million years.

Harmony & Hope


Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. —Anatole France


The impulse to travel is one of the hopeful symptoms of life. —Agnes Repplier


Politicians wanted to mine the Grand Canyon for zinc and copper, and Theodore Roosevelt said, ‘No.’ —Douglas Brinkley


AdjustmentsHere’s another photo taken on a beautiful morning from the Grand Canyon’s North Rim—I hope I see another like it when I’m there next month (with a few well-placed clouds this time, too). Looking at photographs from that first visit excites me with the canyon’s literally immense possibilities, so countless and timeless, and far beyond the imaginings of a photographer standing at its edge.

The Grand is, perhaps, the ideal example of making adjustments. Nothing could be more natural—water flowing over rock, by turns violent and gentle but always resolute, flexible when necessary, continually finding a path of lesser resistance, moving on. And that’s life in a nutshell, isn’t it?