Deborah Raven AC
In the Zona P II.-Le Footwork!10/13
so after that twig, pine needle, grass and pumice introduction here, i have made it a'lil further than halfway up the cinder cone ( i am approximately 1,920ft from where i began in the last two pics) in the Cinder Hills all of it is composed of fine to coarsely grained scoria (igneous rock). this was way different compared to observing & feeling the sharp-edged sample while in the geology lab...this scoria, in its abundance, is much more welcoming...by welcoming i mean that with every step taken, my feet would slide backward creating miniature heaps, but here, while i stop for a breather and to see my progress, my feet are almost completely immersed...now i could boast that once! i was actually IN a volcano!
Though my yoga pants and the scoria are deep black and my grey sneakers are submerged in it, the level of saturation that i edited the picture in makes everything appear in a navy bluish hue to give the pic a kind of uniform tint throughout--with the intention to blend IN with the environment
"I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least—and it is commonly more than that—sauntering through... and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements..."
^On a more personal note: before I went to AZ, i was hospitalized for some time and on medical leave. my body shut down due to stress and dehydration and other reasons mentioned by my doctors and parents. "you need to rest, you cannot exercise excessively the way you do, you shouldn't run, you have bad knees"...etc etc it was extremely stressful for me to be stagnant, on bed rest, and restricted from walking places than it was being an insomniatic college student and fitness freak. my parents were against me leaving because they knew about the hiking and worried themselves as parents do, but i was destined to go, i didnt feel like myself at home and so i expected the scoria hills, the canyon, the Arizona sunset to restore me to health. i honestly believed going was the way to sustain whatever strength i had left. i walked most of the way (at times I ran, others, i skipped :) up the hills and it seemed like mere minutes to the hours spent reaching that 2250ft apex. i reminisce now, can words really express the jubilee felt? i had made it! i didn't fall or feel faint...i felt free. Just the earthly embrace of the hills, my optimistic thoughts, my camera, and my feet... they had not failed me.
In the Zona P II.-Le Footwork!10/13
so after that twig, pine needle, grass and pumice introduction here, i have made it a'lil further than halfway up the cinder cone ( i am approximately 1,920ft from where i began in the last two pics) in the Cinder Hills all of it is composed of fine to coarsely grained scoria (igneous rock). this was way different compared to observing & feeling the sharp-edged sample while in the geology lab...this scoria, in its abundance, is much more welcoming...by welcoming i mean that with every step taken, my feet would slide backward creating miniature heaps, but here, while i stop for a breather and to see my progress, my feet are almost completely immersed...now i could boast that once! i was actually IN a volcano!
Though my yoga pants and the scoria are deep black and my grey sneakers are submerged in it, the level of saturation that i edited the picture in makes everything appear in a navy bluish hue to give the pic a kind of uniform tint throughout--with the intention to blend IN with the environment
"I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least—and it is commonly more than that—sauntering through... and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements..."
^On a more personal note: before I went to AZ, i was hospitalized for some time and on medical leave. my body shut down due to stress and dehydration and other reasons mentioned by my doctors and parents. "you need to rest, you cannot exercise excessively the way you do, you shouldn't run, you have bad knees"...etc etc it was extremely stressful for me to be stagnant, on bed rest, and restricted from walking places than it was being an insomniatic college student and fitness freak. my parents were against me leaving because they knew about the hiking and worried themselves as parents do, but i was destined to go, i didnt feel like myself at home and so i expected the scoria hills, the canyon, the Arizona sunset to restore me to health. i honestly believed going was the way to sustain whatever strength i had left. i walked most of the way (at times I ran, others, i skipped :) up the hills and it seemed like mere minutes to the hours spent reaching that 2250ft apex. i reminisce now, can words really express the jubilee felt? i had made it! i didn't fall or feel faint...i felt free. Just the earthly embrace of the hills, my optimistic thoughts, my camera, and my feet... they had not failed me.