Before I visited the Grand Canyon I was told that it would take my breath away. But I’ve been told that about many places I have visited, and I wasn’t
sure what to expect.
When I got to the canyon and visited the rim, it quite literally took my breath away. There simply is no way any picture can come close to describing the experience of being a tiny person standing on the edge looking down into that massive hole in the land. It’s huge. Douglas Adams would almost certainly have said that it was mindbogglingly huge, and he would have be right.
I was speechless. It took me about 5 minutes before I could gather my thoughts and attempt to describe what I was seeing to Lois. The canyon is almost 2km deep; you could put the whole of Table Mountain into it, and place another Table Mountain on top of that, and it would be about level (you would still have loads of space around the edges).
I’m not doing much justice describing my experience, and I know that if you visit you will understand what I am trying to say; the scale is just so profound.
Best you get there yourself.
This is probably the first night-time/tripod shot that I ever took. It was in 2007, on one of the elevated walkways between the New York New York and MGM hotels. I was using my new Canon 350D and a tiny desktop tripod.
On the left is New York New York with the Brooklyn Bridge in the foreground, and on the right Paris with the Eiffel Tower in the foreground.
When we travelled a little on Route 66, it was exactly as I expected. Small towns, slightly rundown with a somewhat regretful feeling of having been left behind. While the interstate highway system makes it really easy to get around USA, visiting the small towns brings to home how much they have simply been cutoff from the rest of the world. Route 66 is trying very hard to use it’s historic status to bring in visitors and keep money in the local economy, and I was glad to help a little in that.