spring may be here (sort of).  but fall is just around the corner (sort of, again). my favorite part is when all kinds of leaves fall into my car, but then they end up staying there until i sweep them out in spring, which is now.  it's all a vicious cycle (sort of).

meet the deep.  meet the west.  but this is not manifest destiny.  this is the grand canyon with the holga.  my heart is satisfied in it.

i should be dead.  during this trip there were multiple times, actually within the 15 hours of each other, that death was an inch a way, a second longer, an ounce less of water.  this is not to boast, for only fools boast that they should be dead.  rather this is to bring to the forefront of this series the importance of these fotografs.  the Lord is merciful. 
after a night of restless sleep on top of this cliff, i awoke before the sun arose in order to document it's rising and grabbed both cameras (film and digital) to do so.  after i had shot a full roll of bw, i soon realized i had accidentally set the camera iso opposite the speed film; furthermore, i completely forgot to compensate for this early early morning error in the development process.  the end result is complete satisfaction. i am very glad that i screwed up everything.  the memories of the day before (for example, nearly falling from the cliff) where reflected upon the glory of the morning next.  enjoy.