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Monday, May 17, 2010

Mosaic Canyon


Mosaic Canyon - Death Valley '10

Psalms 104
1 Bless the Lord, O my Soul. O Lord my God thou art clothed with honour and majesty. 5 Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed forever. 6 Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. 7 At they rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. 8 They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. 10 He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.

The marble-like walls of this canyon were formed by flash floods carrying debris of sand, rock and gravel. They are so cool and smooth to the touch, shaded by the steep canyon walls.
There are no animals, and there are hardly any plants. Sharp winds cut through the winding passages every now and again; they settle as quickly as they arrive. There are so many different textures the deeper you travel amongst the cliffs. The walls are ribboned with different patterns and different shades of color. Standing at the base of these cliffs looking up at the cut out of sky, one feels an enormous sense of awe.

Lend me your imagination for a moment and I'll personify this geographical phenomenon.

I lay my palms on the towering rock walls to see what I might hear; they are stoic and obstinately silent. These ancient monuments, carved by time and nature, hold their tongue. They will not speak of the countless suns they've seen rise and set; of the streams that have carved out paths in their midst; of the ones who have crumbled at their sides, beaten down and worn away at their stubborn stance. They do not radiate life like trees and flowers, birds and other creatures. They remain after billions of years, still and silently exacting our awe. They intimately know the hand of the creator and the cycles He puts into motion, where we only see the work of Him in the world around us. They know and are reverentially silent.


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Photo by: Arina Borodina

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~Harmony

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