We just got back from a very lovely week in Utah. After introducing my parents to some of the joys of Salt Lake City, we headed down to the truly spectacular national parks near Moab. We first visited here three years ago, and it was just magical to return. The Colorado river runs through the canyon lands, and although I suppose the Grand Canyon is more spectacular, visiting Moab is actually more fun, for the sheer variety of the landscapes, and the way the rock formations startle you at every turn, like some fantastic playground. (And it is with some wistfulness that I read of this conference on stone, having just spent time among stones that seem so very alive.)
This rock oozes,
The colours collide.