There is no way to capture the depth of the space in a canyon in a 2-dimensional photograph. If you are standing anywhere near it, though, you get a sense of your own size and scale in relation to it. After a full day of walking outdoors in Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, I began to feel an existential shift. It may have been coupled with dehydration or an altitude reaction. That huge expanse of open air off the edge of the rim fascinated me. I could disappear, be swallowed whole, and evaporate like a drop of rain before hitting the ground. I stood before a terrifying beauty. I trembled. My legs were weak. I sat down on the rock shelf in Steve’s embrace and wept.
I’ll have to look that one up. I asked Steve if there was some psychological name for it, and he said it’s probably related to the Death Wish. Which I also have to look up.
sounds like Stendhal syndrome
not at all a “disorder” as I see it
I’ll have to look that one up. I asked Steve if there was some psychological name for it, and he said it’s probably related to the Death Wish. Which I also have to look up.
Beautiful photographs! Thanks for sharing them.
You’re welcome – thank you for visiting!
Can you imagine the magnitude of the event that created such beauty!
It’s not a single event, it’s several processes simultaneously – so much more complex and mysterious and monumental!
Beautiful photos!