I've been out of touch for the last year, but have not forgotten the many dear friends I made on line.With apologies for the long absence, I hope to reach out and reconnect with each and every one of you.
I'm beginning with a repost, in part because my very rusty skills are in need of a jump start. I am also inspired by the work of photographer,Eric Pouhier, recently brought to my attention by my brother, Martin.
On a road trip to Utah a few years ago,my husband and I made a detour into northern Arizona.
I had always
seen of slot
and a stop
at Antelope Canyon
The Upper Canyon did not disappoint, though we did not get as much time to look as we had hoped. A rain storm approached and we were quickly hustled out.
The very same forces of water that formed the glorious swirls of sandstone over time also present considerable danger to unwary tourists who fail to heed the warnings of flash floods.
(My regular readers will know that this only peaks our interest further!)
Grey and stormy though the day was, the sandstone walls simply glowed in what little light filtered down.
Seen from above, there is little indication of the beauty that lies beneath.
Once plodding through water, even our foolhardy selves were forced to admit it was time to leave, but I know it will not be the last time we visit this wondrous place.