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I haven’t seen much float these days, although water–current like this part of the Colorado or ancient/gone /imagined –is here.
Imagine the water that carved out this canyon north of Moab.
The bed of a dried-up sea might look like this, with
swash marks left by the receding tide.
The names in a place like Arches reflect the preoccupations and experience of the namer. So for fun . . . I’ve been renaming features . . . like the Martian Iceberg at sunrise,
Tattooed Belly . . . .
Named per existing map or your own imagination . . . the beauty entrances. I’ll probably re-read Desert Solitaire once I leave here and break free of the spell. Check the book out if you’re interested.
Otherwise . . . you might read this commentary. Sorry I can’t translate.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.