Behold this road cut near Kingman, Arizona that had me screaming for the camera:
|Road cut on I40, Kingman, AZ|
That's a beauty that loves even elderly digital cameras. She has faults - that makes her even more alluring. She makes me want to take risks, find a place to pull off the interstate, run my hands along her, explore every nuance of her appearance, know her every detail. Unfortunately, we had a schedule, and we only got that one tantalizing glance across the freeway, and then she was gone. The nice thing about the earth, though, is that she doesn't vanish into the night. She'll be there when I go back, lovely as ever.
There are surfaces, and we only sometimes get to see beneath them. The earth's beauty is far more than skin deep, but it's so often only the skin we see, and that cloaked with water, draped with plants, capped with buildings. But I grew up in canyon country, where the continent likes off-the-shoulder fashions and takes a minimalist approach to coverings. She's adventurous, daring, not afraid to show off. You don't even need a nice road cut to see her layers - go anywhere, find a place where running water's done some daring design, and you'll be struck speechless.
|Box Canyon, Wupatki National Monument|
|Box Canyon, Mt. Rainier|
|Road cut near Hurricane Ridge, Olympic Mountains|
|Road cut at Ross Dam, Cascades|
|Road cut on Highway 97, Oregon|
For AW #37, with love.