Monochrome

Waveform

New Mexico · USA

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The slot canyon traverse itself couldn’t have been more than a few tenths of mile, but it seemed to ensnare us in a suspended state utterly devoid of distance and time. There was only a sense of dissolution into space and just the most primordial perception of form, light, and texture. Only the whipping winds and flying grains of sand striking our exposed skin at high velocity reminded us of our corporeal existence. Pastel volcanic rock strata of varying thicknesses undulated this way and that, by turns serendipitous and even chaotic at a strophic level, but unequivocally poetic in its summation.

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Excerpted from my full blog entry journaling our trip to New Mexico.