I'm speechless with awe, and I think you probably know me well enough to know that rendering me inarticulate doesn't happen very often. (In truth, I am as garrulous in writing as I am quiet in RL. Go figure.)
The scale of everything--it looks wonderful in those glossy shots you see in books and so on but there's no human scale for you to blink at and say, oh, my, God! I want to bombard you with questions but I shall give you breathing space; I imagine it takes a while to come back down after such an experience. I do see why you have a preference for warm colours, though; it's related to places that--what was it again?-- 'breathes warm air into your soul'.
This may seem an odd comment to you but the weathered stacks look so strange to my eye, almost alien. Almost how I imagine a terraformed Mars would look; the sandstone has the red cast one expects of the Red Planet. There is an awe-some quality about it though that invites spiritual experience. I begin to see why ascetics have repaired unto the desert throughout history.
I keep scrolling back and forth and just staring. Give 'Pollo some ear ruffles from me. Moxie looks a sweetheart too. (Can you tell I'm a sucker for dogs? ;) ) Lizzie looks like a very cool, fun gal. No surprises there--like attracts like!
Bail away, ma chiéthe. I'm doing a spot of bailing myself so it's all good. ;)
The only other comment I shall make is that Marcus has gone to tell Jimce about the fabulous new climbing spot he's seen, and ask how the devil does one arrange an International Portkey... *runs away laughing*
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Oh wow...
Date: 2009-06-23 09:40 am (UTC)The scale of everything--it looks wonderful in those glossy shots you see in books and so on but there's no human scale for you to blink at and say, oh, my, God! I want to bombard you with questions but I shall give you breathing space; I imagine it takes a while to come back down after such an experience. I do see why you have a preference for warm colours, though; it's related to places that--what was it again?-- 'breathes warm air into your soul'.
This may seem an odd comment to you but the weathered stacks look so strange to my eye, almost alien. Almost how I imagine a terraformed Mars would look; the sandstone has the red cast one expects of the Red Planet. There is an awe-some quality about it though that invites spiritual experience. I begin to see why ascetics have repaired unto the desert throughout history.
I keep scrolling back and forth and just staring. Give 'Pollo some ear ruffles from me. Moxie looks a sweetheart too. (Can you tell I'm a sucker for dogs? ;) ) Lizzie looks like a very cool, fun gal. No surprises there--like attracts like!
Bail away, ma chiéthe. I'm doing a spot of bailing myself so it's all good. ;)
The only other comment I shall make is that Marcus has gone to tell Jimce about the fabulous new climbing spot he's seen, and ask how the devil does one arrange an International Portkey... *runs away laughing*