Sunday, October 11, 2009
It escapes so often and so lightly from the lips of preteens and their hapless parents, I thought the word had lost its purchase. And then I stood at the rim of the Grand Canyon, the address of awe.
People from around the planet showed up beside me and, regardless of language, we all said the same prayer.
And then we took pictures. Millions of pictures. On fancy cameras with long lenses and tripods, also on cell phones.
Regardless of the equipment, the photos will be puny. There is no way to capture a view that knocks the wind out of your lungs, brings tears to your eyes, and beggars speech.
It was my first time there. I held up my cell phone. (See attached postage-stamp-sized image of the ineffable.)