Jill, James, Hugh, Joy, and I drove seven hours from southern Califonia to Springdale, Utah, staying at the Bubbleberry Inn outside of Zion National Park. Zion is one of our favorite national parks; having been there several times now.
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Hwy 9 is the major road providing access to Zion National Park. — Image by kenne
The Return: Orihuela, 1965
You come over a slight rise in the narrow, winding road and the white village broods in the valley below. A breeze silvers the cold leaves of the olives, just as you knew it would or as you saw it in dreams. How many days have you waited for this day? Soon you must face a son grown to manhood, a wife to old age, the tiny sealed house of memory. A lone crow drops into the sun, the fields whisper their courage.
— Philip Levine
Photo-Project In Zion National Park — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Our road trip in late April took use through Zion National Park. This was the fourth time in the park, however, unlike the others, we didn’t spend time in the park. The snapshots were acquired by stopping along the route through the park. (Click or touch, depending on your device, to see the images in a slideshow format.)
Images by kenne
“Your photography is a record of your living – for anyone who really sees. You may see and be affected by other people’s ways, you may even use them to find your own, but you will have eventually to free yourself of them. That is what Nietzche meant when he said, ‘I have just read Schopenhauer, now I have to get rid of him.’ He knew how insidious other people’s ways could be, particularly those which have the forcefulness of profound experience, if you let them get between you and your own personal vision.”