“When I was a little girl,” she told me, “my parents took my brothers and me to the Grand Canyon. You can actually see all that space over the canyon, you know. I never forgot its breadth, how delicate the colors of the rocks and the sky and the trees were that hung in it. I wanted to fill that space up, to be inside it like a bird, graceful, rising, falling, flying long, winding spirals from the rim down to a landing far below.”
~ Barry Lopez, from “Field Notes: The Grace Note of the Canyon Wren”
Notes:
- Inspired by “Disney 2013. A Reflection” and Helen MacDonald: “I imagine how the press of cooling air might feel against its wings.“
- Bird on Grand Canyon Walk by Naeem Haider