Dramatic spires tell time by the millennium. There is life in the rocks – microscopic blue-green algae, in a tiny cosmic balance. Little wonder that mythologies develop around this sort of geological phenomena. There are areas where it is strictly forbidden to climb on the rocks, as it will upset the ecological balance of this living "crust." No way could you ever be concerned about trivial matters when confronted with ancient rocks like these. They were there before you and shall remain there, passively, long after you are gone: Rosy mesas, canyons, striations, jaw dropping sunsets... At one point, I sighed, "That sky is so incredible; yet if I were to paint it thusly, no one will be believe it was really that way!" -BKG