The texture of a mountain. And some fruit

Grand Canyon (North Rim) - The view near/through Angel's Window

The picture on the blog, below the words ‘And a small sensory window’, lives in the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and is actually called ‘Angel’s Window’. The picture nudging the words on this post, is what lies beyond the ‘Angel’s Window’. After a short walk, the teasing glimpse through the ‘window’, expands into an unreal view. And by unreal, I don’t just mean beautiful. The view was literally unreal. Like a scene frozen and stolen from an animation film. Or, as if somebody had  stood exactly where we were standing, and painted the view in watercolors. (It seems a little absurd that art/craft serves as a simile for nature rather than the other way round. But that is the twisted way in which language/thought probably evolves. For example, what were ‘picture postcard views’ called before they were ever photographed?).

And then there is the slight jolt of green in the corner. A reminder of a not unfamiliar reality. A reality also filled with slow textures and summer smells.
Woven orange mats.
And fresh figs.

Here is a taste of some of the figs we ate. Some warmed and topped with dark chocolate shavings*. Some cold from the fridge (shown in the picture).

Fresh Figs in a Bowl

* suggested by Michelle – glasspetalsmoke.blogspot.com

All pictures were taken by me