|Goddess at the Helm - The White Place|
I had not been to the Abiquiu for at least eight years. I had forgotten the beauty of the pinyon and juniper-studded hills, contrasted with the striped, multi-colored rock that recalled the colors of Capital Reef. And then there was the White Place, a hidden canyon of stunning white rock where Georgia O'Keefe walked the washes as she picked up pelvis bones that would later show up in her vivid, sensual paintings.
I made this trip with another photographer so our rhythms were in sync. We exited her flashy blue BMW -- quite the contrast from my old Ford F-150 pickup -- and took off in different directions to find our way through the maze of rock. I chose a slot canyon that climbed and narrowed through a series of smooth, water-formed curves. I was unable to negotiate the final tight turns due to shady, snow and ice-laden rock. All the more reason to return someday soon. I turned around with a smile and slowly made my way down. As someone who used to crave loops, I have learned that to go to the end and turn around is the same. One sees different angles and viewpoints on the same route.
I entered an open wash and laid down. The crystalline air heightened awareness as I listened to the rustling cottonwood leaves; a raven glided from spire to spire between Robbie and I, his ubiquitous call echoing off the walls. So easy to lose sense of linear time; to merge imagination with the infinite holy blue sky.
|Virgen de Guadalupe|