Memories and dreams are the only approximation of the reality. Photos and words fail to do justice to this place. The spires and rock formations that dot the horizon of Navajo Nation, of Monument Valley, can only be temporarily and l insufficiently captured by artistic efforts.
It is a place of seeming contradictions yet harmonious juxtaposition. There is a desolation and isolation but there is also a freedom. There’s a sense of significance and a sense of insignificance. The immensity of the world, of time and space on a geological and galactic scale dwarf one’s human understanding and my existence.
And that’s just as I sit down to have a crazy Navajo burger in fry bread —
