May Your Boulders Be Your

Everything Happens For A Reason, And Part Of That Beauty Of Life Is That We're Not Allowed To Know Those Reasons For Certain.

A Crystalline Moment Shatters, And The World Is A Different Place. Where There Was Confinement, Now There Is Release. Recoiling From My Sudden Liberation, My Left Arm Flings Downcanyon, Opening My Shoulders To The South, And I Fall Back Against The Northern Wall Of The Canyon, My Mind Is Surfing On Euphoria. As I Stare At The Wall Where Not Twelve Hours Ago I Etched “rip Oct 75 Aron Apr 03,” A Voice Shouts In My Head: I Am Free!

We Are Not Grand Because We Are At The Top Of The Food Chain Or Because We Can Alter Our Environment - The Environment Will Outlast Us With Its Unfathomable Forces And Unyielding Powers. But Rather Than Be Bound And Defeated By Our Insignificance, We Are Bold Because We Exercise Our Will Anyway, Despite The Ephemeral And Delicate Presence We Have In This Desert, On This Planet, In This Universe.

It Adds Up, But I Deem It All Necessary, Even The Camera Gear. I Enjoy Photographing The Otherworldly Colors And Shapes Presented In The Convoluted Depths Of Slot Canyons And The Prehistoric Artwork Preserved In Their Alcoves.

May Your Boulders Be Your Blessings. May You Be Able To Embrace Them. And May You Find What's Extraordinary In Yourself.