He first came to my attention across the canyon as he cautiously inched his way out on to the precipice. His inching wasn't fearful, it was respectful, even reverent. He took a moment to just look and absorb the intensity of the scene.
To say it was beautiful is a pathetic understatement. This place, this view, is heaven-like in it's depth and breadth. This, I suspect, is how Mother Nature paints the town and kicks up her heals when she's given the opportunity. Clearly words fail me.
Rod eventually worked his way over to us. We chatted and took turns taking each others pictures. He was traveling with a relative but he was alone at this location and said no one would believe he was there if he didn't have a picture or two to prove it. His soul was obviously that of an explorer. His curiosity and appreciation for the site was warming and mirrored our own.
I was completely enamored of Rod's camera. It's a vintage View-Master Personal Stereo Camera. Still snugged up in it's original leather case, it oozed history and pure fun. This
We had all converged on this spot to view the sunset over Horseshoe Bend just outside of Page, Az. The Colorado river has carved out this bend in the canyon that is only viewable in full when you get very close the edge of the canyon where it immediately drops off 1,000 feet. But if you don't get close, you don't get the full view because the edge of the canyon cuts off the bottom of the shot and you lose the "horseshoe"concept.Many brave souls went up to the edge but the strong gusting winds, stinging sand and my basic fear of falling to my death caused me to approach the edge in a slightly different method. Putting elegance and my vanity aside, I got my shot. Actually I got about a hundred shots because I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be here again. This was the moment. This was my opportunity.
Life is about knowing when to take the opportunities presented to you. I accept. And thank you very much.
The Brilliance of Horseshoe Bend