from the fog, featured...and 'my' cottonwoods...

I'm honored that a scene from my recent trip to the Grand Canyon was selected to be part of this week's "1000 Words showcase" by WeAreJuxt:

Dawn at the rim, sunrise in the fog, Grand Canyon

When I found myself on the rim of the Grand Canyon last weekend, waiting in the sub-freezing dawn for the sunrise, I had no idea that the sea of fog I was seeing was such a rare event. It turns out that the inversion that produced the fog is a once-in-a-decade or so phenomenon in the canyon. As the sun rose over the horizon, the sea of fog began to churn and the crowds that gathered on the canyon rim were at turns enveloped in mist and then bathing in golden light. The polyglot crowd, myself included, stood transfixed by the colors and movement that the play of fog and sun produced. After getting lots of landscape shots, the crowd itself caught my eye–scores of people, all facing the same direction, all seemingly immobilized by the rising orb. My wife tells me that she finds this particular shot beautiful, but creepy, as if the people are staring at an apocalyptic spectacle… I used my iPhone5s to get this shot, and the only app I used to edit it was Snapseed.

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Now, cottonwoods.

Bear with me here--yes, it is somewhat of an obsession, as you'll see below...and it began exactly a year ago. 

First, a scene from a few hours ago, this evening's 'painterly' take--the last light of day on this stand of cottonwoods along the creek at the mouth of Sabino Canyon:

If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, it's become apparent that I almost always take my iPhone with me when I go for runs in Sabino Canyon--this time of year, that's two or three times a week. 

Exactly a year ago, I was running in the evening and decided to take a trail that I didn't usually take, when the late afternoon light on this stand of cottonwoods stopped me dead in my tracks:

The just-before-sunset illumination was arresting--the rhythm of these trees, their proportion to each other, the juxtaposition of golden leaves against sky and cloud--I felt compelled to pause in my run and just stand there for a few minutes. Living in the desert, too, has made me appreciate trees in whole new way; these cottonwoods feel monumental to me, rare elsewhere but thriving, here, in their micro-climate where a mountain creek leaves its narrow canyon and flows out into the open desert...

This landscape reminded me of a particular photo in a photography book ("Western Images") that was one of my favorites as a teenager in Georgia--by photographer Ray Atkeson:

Bright cottonwood against a wide open sky--the idea of  "The West"...
As a little kid, in first and second grade, I had lived in Arizona before my father moved us to Georgia, where I finished school...but I always knew that I wanted to move out west again; Atkeson's book populated my imagination with images of the landscapes I hoped to wander one day...
...and here I am, home in Arizona after having made the Pacific Northwest 'home' for many years after leaving Georgia...

Anyway, so I decided I would come back to this same spot often, to note the changing of the seasons on one particular corner of the desert...

The autumn color peaks late in Tucson--mid-to-late December--and the winter is short; the arboreal architecture becomes apparent for only a few weeks:

 It's not until late January that the trees finally drop most of their brown leaves...

...and then, already by the first week in March, 

the first hint of green seemed to be hovering above the branches

By early summer the trees have filled in completely...

...and by late summer, the monsoon rains bring wildflowers back to the base of the cottonwoods:

Winter, spring, summer, fall...

I finally have photos of all four seasons around those cottonwoods,

all taken, during my runs, with my iPhone:

And so a year has passed,

here at the base of the Santa Catalina Mountains...

The passage of time and light--always enough 

to get me out of a slump.

One more for tonight--also a painterly version--taken last Thursday evening:

(and here's a link to a full set of cottonwood-photos on flickr...)

There are perils, though, to having one's eyes drawn to the landscape around you, instead of looking ahead to immediate footfall--tonight, as I ran in the evening light, the trees caught my attention, and, looking at them, I missed a step and twisted my ankle. Not a bad sprain--not even a real sprain, I think, but still, a lesson learned: be balanced--run if you're going to run... But I did get some nice shots...