Canyon de Manhattan

Sep 1, 2014

Entering this canyon, as with any canyon, is a journey into the heart of time. But I prefer not to analyze it as a geologist might; instead, I breathe in the presence of water, wind, and eternity. It is no wonder that sand sifting through an hourglass is a powerful symbol of the passage of time. Inside a sandstone canyon, you feel the organic quality of time. Time is stone. It is stone caressed by wind and water, seduced out of its hardness into sand and soft, wet clay. The whole experience is one of continual birthing. I feel reborn and renewed…