Trying to describe the Antelope Canyon is like trying to tell the story of a canvas. This is one of those places that can not be explained. Reached through a tiny crack, carelessness of the arid landscape of Arizona. Outside light crashes in the desert turning the walls of the Grand Canyon, but once inside, when one sneaks into the basement, nature plays to the whims of confusion.
The Navajo guard the place, with dark pigtails, their cowboy hats and tired look, tourists claiming compensation for years of wrongs. El Antelope Canyon (Antelope Canyon) is located near the town of Page, where children have learned the language of the i-Phone and are forgetting their tam tam drums. But there, under that sinkhole, concentrates the magic that inspired the Indian traditions.
Almost at once I felt the sharpness of her beauty, the confusion of a dream, Stendhal content sigh
I went down stairs so narrow as reservations of the Navajo, as hidden as their ceremonies. Almost at once I felt the sharpness of her beauty, the confusion of a dream, Stendhal content sigh. The Antelope Canyon is a maze for the senses, where the rock marks the passage of visitor, improbable guiding passageways for creative imagination. Water has polished for centuries this gorge, pronouncing her curves to perfect this game of seduction. This is definitely a feminine landscape, in contrast to the manhood of the Grand Canyon, abrupt and straight. Here you have to find the recesses of the desert, her insides; get carried away by its soft lines carved rock, stone for its waves, for those curves that lead to a scenario that seems forbidden, the tan bello. Antelope Canyon is a woman, with its mysteries, its sensuality and charm.
And 1997, there was a flash flood in the canyon. Eleven tourists drowned in a death trap, caught up in the joy of contemplation. When we visited this place, the sun rose on top, noon. And at that height, the light is associated with water erosion to turn the rock wall and form a colored. It is an underground rave, occur where the oranges and violets, yellows and reds, an iridescent palette that ended overwhelming us. We caught the light with the same intensity with which those poor tourists were trapped water. The day we move us, the canyon was stunning, premiering in each curve a different tone, was as lost, in… Just a second! What am I doing? Go, I forgot that it is impossible to explain the Antelope Canyon, that is as endeavor to describe the history of a canvas…
