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Hi I'm Laura Hickman. Writer, sewist, baker, fairytalemaker. When I'm not writing a delicious fantasy with my husband Tracy Hickman, I'm up to my elbows creating with yarn, frosting, cloth, or paint. I love playing with my grandkids, outdoor photography & travel. Join me at http:// bakingoutsidethebox.com as I share my creations including my Baking Outside the Box mix method for all sorts of fabulous desserts. Invictus by William Ernest Henley, is my favorite poem. Especially the final stanza: It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Cave of Wonders--Marooned part 2

Here are the long promised photos from my experience at Antelope Canyon near Lake Powell. Actually the mouth of the canyon is in Lake Powell and ends somewhere out in the desert in the Navajo Nation. The slot canyon we visited is about in the middle of the canyon. The 'tour bus' was an open air ride in the back of a big truck fitted with wooden benches. The slot canyon was an amazing experience well worth repeating. I took a couple of hundred pictures, so narrowing it down to these few has been very difficult. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy!
Our tour group approaches the mouth of the slot canyon. I fancied I could see the profile of a pharaoh's head on the right side speaking to Horus, in his falcon form, on the left.

This is just inside the entrance. For the most part, the sunlight came from above, but also peaked in at odd angles along the sides.

Our guide called this the 'Wheel of Fire'

The varying textures in the stone fascinated me. Vertebrae in a backbone?

This wall of stone appeared to be a curtain waving in the breeze. Check out the pattern woven into the 'cloth' stone.

So close.

The cavern had a surreal dusk-like quality and changed from moment to moment.

Yes, this picture is the same place as the one above it and I oops and it is motion blurred. I love it. Somehow, it captured the feeling of movement one feels in the stone itself.

A captive.

A cresting wave.

Prelude.

3 comments:

  1. W0w! It's an incredible experience to just look at these photos. How wonderful to be there in person. Thank you for sharing them.

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  2. Laura, these are exquisite.
    I loved your titles nearly as much
    as the photos themselves!
    Keep posting, please . . .
    ox-C

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  3. So THAT's where this is. I've seen images from the place without knowing what it was. Wow. To have walked through that place. I bet you were aching to come again at dawn, and then at sunset - oh, the hundreds of pictures wild people like us can take - and why? None of them capture the truth - and yet we collect moments and gloat over them and show each other - and just keep doing it. And LOVING to do it. Maybe that in itself is the truth -

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