Hey guys, I am on vacation at home in Washington D.C. and busy working on my next project. I haven’t had a lot of time to get out and shoot, but I have been doing some editing. Normally this blog is just a few days behind me as I travel, but for the next few weeks I’m going to put up some fresh pictures, newly edited from my last few years. Hopefully get some new stuff up soon too! This shot is Delicate Arch near Moab, Utah.
This is spectacular Double Arch in Arches National Park near Moab, Utah. If you look closely, you can make out some people inn the arch which will give you some perspective on the size of this amazing formation.
Delicate Arch in Arches National Park in Utah is always beautiful, but just before sunset when the rock lights up it is spectacular.
This is along the magnificent Arches Trail in Dixie National Forest in Utah.
This is the beautiful arch, dedicated in 1892 to the Union military, can be found in Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn, New York.
This is Natural Bridge (actually an arch, not a bridge) found in Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah.
“There are several ways of looking at Delicate Arch. Depending on your preconceptions you may see the eroded remnant of a sandstone fin, a giant engagement ring cemented in rock, a bow-legged pair of petrified cowboy chaps, a triumphal arch for a procession of angels, an illogical geologic freak, a happening—a something that happened and will never happen quite that way again, a frame more significant than its picture, a simple monolith eaten away by weather and time and soon to disintegrate into a chaos of falling rock. A weird, lovely, fantastic object out of nature like Delicate Arch has the curious ability to remind us—like rock and sunlight and wind and wilderness—that out there is a different world, older and greater and deeper by far than ours, a world which surrounds and sustains the little world of men as sea and sky surround and sustain a ship. The shock of the real. For a little while we are again able to see, as the child sees, a world of marvels.” -Edward Abby