Something fascinating and yet horribly frustrating about being an artist is that your mastery of your ability to express yourself ultimately, your art itself — is a function of mastering your tools. Whether it's a brush, a camera, a chainsaw, a program on a computer, or even a whole self ... and sometimes you accumulate so much beautiful raw material waiting for your abilities to rival your vision for its potential.
This piece an amalgamation of only three photos portraying the magnificence of Zion National Park. This hillside at the east entrance is just a fraction of a fraction of the awe-inspiring landscape out there, and imposed against the fleeting insignificance of a frozen puddle on a trail near my house, it's a reminder that even the most enduring structures can be augmented, even bent to our will in a way —how on a planetary scale, even the concept of "permanent" is very relative, if not a little silly altogether?
Let me get all up in that inbox (~respectfully~)