PARIA

SPRING 18




















"We shall not cease from exploration
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time."


― T.S. Eliot




HUNT FOR THE SELF (STORY OF A SELFIE)
To help imprint the moment into the psyche (reaching 50 years of age) it's good to have a picture of you taken that week.
Which is easier said than done when you're out there on your own: the Serpent is all around to capture. The Cat, more elusive, can also be glimpsed here and there. But you? 1500 pics over 9 days and not a single one of yourself to commemorate the occasion? Let’s be serious!

Today is my last chance. At the towering edge of Paria Canyon, i take time for a first selfie: nothing to rave about but my face is in the frame for a change. Next is GPS waypoint #52 on my list. I climbed into the spot, explore it some, and am about to exit when i witness my shadow bisecting a colorful swirl on the ground: the chironic shadow typical of late afternoons (a strong lower body carrying a diminutive upper body) looks exploratory and purposeful as it follows a path toward the center of the spiral and back. Like a visual rendering of
the immortal words of T.S. Eliot.

I like it and shoot it.
And finally find JP.