Hoodoos and Heights
From Bryce Canyon, Utah
Serendipitous stone sentinels stretched endlessly as far as the eye could see. The wind fluted through these strange rocks, with every swish microscopically carving yet another mark on the face of Time. The afternoon sun smiled down on these shapely crags, licking them into a pinkish glimmer.
I stood watching the millions of these limestone sculptures arrayed in the spectacular diorama ahead – these were the ‘hoodoos’ of Bryce Canyon – sentinels of a harsh stonescape.
It had been a three-hour drive from my little log cabin in a place called Hurricane in Utah through lush landscape.
I stood by the Bryce Amphitheater, probably one of the most enchanted spots in timeless Bryce Canyon; some would argue, probably one of the most intriguing spots on this planet. I eyed the endless stretch of strangely shaped hoodoos from the loft of Bryce Point, one of the highest overlooks along the rim of the amphitheater. To me this could have passed off as an ancient necropolis, or even an ancient city carved into the mountainscape – replete with shrines and palaces, minarets and turrets – for miles that I could gaze into.
Far into my drive back to my cabin I couldn’t just get those stony wonders off my mind – spectators had seen through millions of years of earth’s moods and watched strange life forms come and go.
Civilizations had sprung forth and had been snuffed out, the sun had set on them a countless times, smoldering their faces into an eerie glow.
– In my new book Rambles into Sacred Realms: Exploring Divinity through Pen and Paint, I invite readers to experience such adventure, humor and imagery illustrating my travels.