Seeking the Dark Tower

On the path that eventually leads to the clearing in the woods, the Charyou Tree. Fraught with danger, fear and loss, and yet, fulfillment. Welcome.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

spaceboy and the canyons

spaceboy you're sleepy now
your silhouette is so stationary
you're released but your custody called
do you want to be free
do you want to feel free
Do you like girls or boys
its confusing these days
but moondust will cover you, cover you
So bye bye love
bye bye love
hallo spaceboy
hello.

-bowie

In bowie mood again. This time its 'Spaceboy'. Its only when i typed out the lyrics did i realise what he was trying to get at. heh.

Roomie and i drove up to the highest point of the north rim today. there was nothing to prepare myself for the visual impact as we finally crossed the conifers and into full view of the entire canyon. We could even view San Fran peaks in the distance. Once again, breathless. Theres still snow around these parts, in case ive not told you. so there are these slopes still smattered with white, a huge contrast with the red clayey soils of the canyon walls. Imagine a huge plain suddenly cut off and dropped vertically down into dark nothingness. Evokes imagination. So much like how King described as Roland the gunslinger sat down by the endless seas and saw the distant mountains ahead and the dark tower above. Sunset was again, breathless. deep clear blue sliced by intense red cirrus, while the last few rays cast long long shadows over the canyon walls. I begin to like just climbing up to the prepice of employee's rock and just sit watching the sunset. It gets mighty cold there but then the view takes all other sensations away.

It is cold here too. I mentioned snow. And dry as a desert. The combination of high altitude, altitude and being in the near middle of a vast landmass just sucks away all the moisture you have. You never sweatr here, dont need to pee much, but you get just as thirsty breathin, losing all the moisture from your mouth and nose. I regret to have not brought my hoodie. A gore-tex can be cumbersome at times.

This place is just perfect for imagination, wonder, daydreaming, woolgathering, call what you want. The landscapes alone just draws your eye and you just stare at on, taken by its magnificence. Pictures on the net and books can never capture its grandeur, likewise my camera can only produce a souless copy of this beautiful place. Ive taken over a hundred photos already, each with different exposure values to achieve different effect.
I begin to like just sitting on the prepeice of employee rock for hours upon end just staring at the changing landscape cast by the sun. thank goodness for the tripod.
(Goshdarn) i need help with all these camera tricks. Im running blind here and experimenting all the time. Well thank goodness for digital pictures too.

This should be enough for today. Next post - my work.


Yc out.

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