I Feel Like I'm Climbing As Well,

It Adds Up, But I Deem It All Necessary, Even The Camera Gear. I Enjoy Photographing The Otherworldly Colors And Shapes Presented In The Convoluted Depths Of Slot Canyons And The Prehistoric Artwork Preserved In Their Alcoves.

I Stepped Out Of My Grave And Into My Life Again.

I Was Able To First Snap The Radius And Then Within Another Few Minutes Snap The Ulna At The Wrist And From There, I Had The Knife Out And Applied The Tourniquet And Went To Task. It Was A Process That Took About An Hour.

I Kind Of Entered A Flow State. I've Been There Before While Climbing. You Are Not Thinking Ahead. You Are Just Thinking About What Is In Front Of You Each Second.

A Crystalline Moment Shatters, And The World Is A Different Place. Where There Was Confinement, Now There Is Release. Recoiling From My Sudden Liberation, My Left Arm Flings Downcanyon, Opening My Shoulders To The South, And I Fall Back Against The Northern Wall Of The Canyon, My Mind Is Surfing On Euphoria. As I Stare At The Wall Where Not Twelve Hours Ago I Etched “rip Oct 75 Aron Apr 03,” A Voice Shouts In My Head: I Am Free!