Monday, April 22, 2019

Chapter 4: Throb and Quiver and Glow



There could be no better way to conclude a short series of blogs on the Grand Canyon than to share the magic of sunrise and sunset.  According to my colleague John Muir:
'The dawn, as in all the pure, dry desert country is ineffably beautiful; and when the first level of sunbeams sting the domes and spire, with what a burst of power the big, wild days begin!  The dead and the living, rocks and hears alike, awake and sing the new-old song of creation. All the massy headlands and salient angles of the walls, and the multitudinous temples and palaces, seem to catch the light at once and cast thick black shadows athwart hollow and gorge, bringing out details as well as the main massive features of the architecture; while all the rocks, as if wild with life, throb and quiver and glow in the glorious sunburst, rejoicing. Every rock temple then becomes a temple of music; every spire and pinnacle an angel of light and song, shouting color hallelujahs.'



And:
'As the day draws to a close, shadows, wondrous, black and thick, like those of the morning fill up the wall hollows, while the glowing rocks, their rough angles burned off, seem soft and hot to the heart as they stand submerged in purple haze, which now fills the canyon like a sea.  Still deeper, richer, more divine grow the great walls and temples, until in the supreme flaming glory of sunset the whole canyon is transfigured, as if all the life and light of centuries of sunshine stored up and condensed in the rocks now being poured forth as from one glorious fountain, flooding both earth and sky.' 




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