|Intentional Camera Movement (ICM) Image at Moran Point, Grand Canyon|
Folks from all over the world come to the Grand Canyon. I’ve met (and eavesdropped on) some fascinating people. Listening is such a fabulous window onto the rest of the world.
|Fog from Grandview Point, Grand Canyon|
On the day I arrived, a storm was breaking up, and there was delightful fog moving through the canyon like a time-lapsed amoeba. These weather events seem to photographers to be a rare gift, but we always hear folks complaining about not seeing the canyon. On one of these days a few years ago, I was warned by the ranger at the entrance kiosk that there were no refunds if I couldn’t see the canyon. It’s a good thing I have a pass.
|Desert View Watchtower on a colorless evening, Grand Canyon|
|Soft Morning and tree root, Desert View area, Grand Canyon|
The next morning, I overheard some intense mansplaining about photography that I had to hear to believe. This guy’s poor victim “learned” an awful lot about the craft that she’s going to have to unlearn. As the saying goes, “often mistaken, never in doubt.” Guy Tal (a fascinating philosopher about art) says that the answer a question about photography is often, “It depends.” This nuanced sensibility appeals to me a bit more than run-of-the-mill mansplaining, thank you.
|Sunset at the secondary spot near Desert View, Grand Canyon|
There’s a cool spot a short walk from Desert View Campground that I normally only share with the ravens. I love ravens. One afternoon there were a couple of guys there, and after one of them had a telephone conversation with his mom on speaker, he told his friend that what we were looking at was not actually the Grand Canyon. Much as I wanted to ask, I refrained from determining what he thought it was.
There are some memorable moments from other trips, too. One quiet winter day, a man with an Eastern European accent asked where the good view was. Now, we were standing in front of the El Tovar Hotel. Those of you who have been there know this is a pretty nice vista. It turns out he was looking for the sky walk at Grand Canyon West, a four hour drive from there. Sigh.
|One of those sunsets, near El Tovar Hotel, Grand Canyon|
I love talking with Europeans. I’ve had several conversations, especially with Germans and Brits, that tend to run along the lines of gun ownership and polygamy. These are the baffling things my beloved Southwest is famous for, apparently. I do try to put all that into perspective.
I speak English (some might disagree) and enough Spanish to get along. I can’t imagine what I’d hear if I had command of a few more languages.
More from this last trip are in the Autumn 2022 Gallery on the website. Thanks for riding along.