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Day Six: Matkat & More
"Next on the days menu of rapids was Matkatamiba
Rapid at the mouth of a side canyon of the same name. This
canyon flows down the eastern side of a low, flat tableland that
lies above the river at this point. The peculiar name is an Indian
one and was the name of a family living near here."
Its 5:30 am and we have just arrived at "Matkat,"
as the river veterans call it. It is spectacular and grandiose;
yet solitary and intimate.
I wander up the sculptured canyons and cross little streams that
flow over sunlit rocks. The photographers are going wild here. The
"photo ops" are amazing.
I join Dykinga and former dot-com entrepreneur, Kiet, as they discuss
which filters to use and the strongest composition for this scene.
They have a rhythm and energy about them a passion for their work
which is infectious. I continue to walk through the canyon, photographing
the photographers.
When my work is done, I begin photographing only the subjects that
draw me. I find myself back at a mesquite tree that I had seen earlier.
I get under it, study its trunk; it is interspersed with rocks.
I study its branches, silhouetted against a blue sky and red sandstone
cliffs. I realize photography is a way to see more intimately.
I have Goldwater to thank for really seeing trees now. He once
talked about using trees in the foreground of some Canyon shots.
He was really drawn to old trees and to limbs that made great shapes.
One of my favorite photographs of his, "The Old," features
an old Navajo woman with an old, worn limb stretched above her.
As I wander through these rocks and canyon walls, I continue thinking
about Goldwater. It is peculiar: With all of this silence and solitude,
it is almost like I can feel the spirit of him here, among these
things he loved. The rocks and trees seem to pulse with an almost
tangible energy now. I tip my hat to him, and then think how wonderful
it is that I have had this strange, sacred moment.
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