In as much as I
am aware, there is not a "no man's land" between Colorado and Utah but, if
there were, it probably would look something like this: A narrow, winding
pathway between sheer cliffs just high enough to prevent escape. I would not be
surprised if Native Americans used this place to trap animals in the distant
past or if some fools decided to set up their camp in it and perished in a
flash flood. Oh, well, it was interesting and fun to take a stroll through this cut through the rocks and to
speculate about those who have been there in yesteryear. What is the past if
not something to think about and to learn from and to play with, as in speculate? Unfortunately,
there are many who try to rewrite history -- to change the past -- to turn things long ago said and done into their own conception of how those things ought to
have been ....
9 comments:
Beautoful photo Fram
I bet you enjoyed the hike..Reminds me of some books by Morgan Kane..When I dreamed away in his paths this one always came up.I imagined indians and whites in a battle ..Is it not a river there too?Well Good to see you out in the free
Love the music as well
Kyss og Klem
I had not heard of Morgan Kane or of Louis Masterson (Kjell Hallbing) that I can recall, Anita, before your mention of him in this note and had to do a bit of research. Kane sounds like the Wild West equivalent of James Bond and Hallbing must have been a walking encyclopedia of western lore to pack so many historical figures into his stories.
The location here is beautiful which means it photographs beautifully and -- with a combination of time and effort and imagination -- it could be the setting for any number of artistic and appealing photographs. This obviously was the site of an ancient river which cut its path through the rocks over a span of many millennia and still can become a place where raging waters flow under certain circumstances.
It was good to be "out in the free" and I love the music, too.
Thank you, Anita. Your presence made the day worthwhile for me .... Kyss og Klem ....
Beautiful photograph, Fram.
The post made me sad, but I suppose Freddie Mercury's ending was sad too. Some good did come of his life though and in the end, he made peace with his family and his ex-wife and his true friends. That was the poignant part of his story...the good part.
Hemingway is the best of the best. How perfect this short story is to go with this post.
<3
I usually try to have a connection between the photograph/illustration and the videos and what I write, Kelly. This time "end" and "change" were the common links.
Ernest Hemingway's end of a relationship story and Freddie Mercury's death were the most obvious elements on this occasion. It was not until recently it occurred to me that Freddie has been dead 28 years .... that is longer than a lifetime for some people, including a few I have known. Watching Queen videos makes him seem alive and on stage yet.
The photograph shows a place as old as time, while the words refer to changes among those who have been to that place and how they use it.
Beyond that, I constantly am "toying" with the idea of ending my blog and thought the post -- especially with its title -- might be viewed as a signal. I really no longer get any pleasure from the blog, but habits are habits.
I am glad you put in another appearance, Kelly. Thank you. Not a day goes by when a thought of you -- or two or three or four or -- does not enter my mind. I sincerely hope life is treating you well and fine and that you are in love and happy .... but, if you still are footloose and fancy-free, watch out for guys with snorkels ....
I was here at the beginning, and now perhaps the end. At this point in life, I say do what pleases you and leave behind what does not. I am footloose and at times fancy-free. Our California ocean currently has an "F" rating so I only dare to dip my toes these days. And I would say I am happy. Life has its ups and downs but you know me, glass-half-full kind of girl. I intend to be this way until the day I die.
Writing is in your blood. I don't believe you will ever give it up, nor should you. It is your gift...
I will go now and probably will not be back for a while. I, too, don't have much time to blog but it was nice to visit you and you are always welcome to visit in California...wouldn't that be something after all these years. Colorado? You almost made it!
I leave you with a smile and wishes for all things good...
Always your friend,
Kelly :-)
In a sense, the story of my life has been doing what pleases me and leaving behind what does not. I have gotten away with that manner of lifestyle so far, although I have accumulated baggage in terms of regret and guilt and, no doubt, have make mistakes which cost me emotionally.
I think the only reason I have not abandoned my blog is because it is reminiscent of writing a newspaper column and I enjoy it in that regard. But, the cons outweigh the pros when I evaluate it, so I know it is just a matter of time before I say adios.
I have made a couple of "scouts" recently in the sense of trying to find a place I would enjoy living. The first was north and west, which carried me into parts of Montana and Wyoming. The last was south and west, which took me into the "four corners" region. In both instances, I came home thinking the trips had been a waste of time in terms of making a move, but interesting and fun in the sense of a beneficial change of pace.
Strange twist of fate: As you know, I have been married twice and have a daughter by each marriage. Last autumn, my youngest moved from a Seattle suburb in Washington to a suburb of Portland in Oregon. In May, my oldest moved from a suburb here in the Twin Cities to Vancouver, Washington .... literally right across the Columbia River from each other. What are the odds of something like that happening? It was purely coincidental = fate.
Only sort of strange in terms of fate is the fact that you and I have known each other nine and one-half years in round numbers, almost got together once, but never actually have met.
I only have one other post in mind at the moment, which will be the Marine Corps birthday on November 10. That is not to say I will not post between now and then. In fact, I would be surprised if something does not come along to capture my fancy .... but, no doubt, the end of the "blog era" is approaching for me.
This is kind of mean, I guess, but your visits here are very irregular so I am assuming you did not see my posts from July 23 and 30 and Aug 10, 2014. Take a look at them if you have the time -- at the photographs. The only hint I will give you is that the photos were not taken in California or anywhere in the United States.
Thank you, Kelly. I will end this note with your own words:
I leave you with a smile and wishes for all things good ....
Always your friend ....
Nice photo! Nature rugged but beautiful canyon area.
I imagine being anxious as I walk through that narrow canyon. I can't escape from there unless there are wings.
Canyon is ideal for transporting herds of animals with everyone on board.
I did not see the first video due to limited YouTube settings.
I'm changing settings to see.
I watched Hemingway's documents about him.
He wrote "Whose Bells Are Ringing"
I apologize for the clerical mistake of transporting cattle in the canyon.
Boats out of the canyon. If heavy rain, then boats needed. ;)
In the sense of terrain, the United States is so large that it must contain nearly every topological and climatological condition to one degree or another found on the planet. Each has its own beauty and requirements for survival, and I enjoy exploring each. When I travel in this country, I always have a tent, sleeping bag and camping supplies with me so I can stop pretty much wherever I wish to spend a day or two or three.
Yes, the locale in the photograph is many things, including dangerous to those who do not spend much time "living off the land." I could live in a place like this and have spent weeks doing just that, but I prefer woodland and water, so I doubt I ever will do more than visit it for a while.
Ernest Hemingway always has been one of my favorite writers and, when I was young, I tried to emulate him in many ways. I think you would enjoy reading some of his stories. "A Farewell to Arms," is my favorite novel by Hemingway. It essentially is a coming of age love story set during World War I, and is largely autobiographical.
I am glad you came here, Liplatus, and pleased that you wrote a comment for me. Thank you. Enjoy your summer .... it is fleeting and will be gone all too soon ....
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