Sedona, AZ
This was a lovely weekend. Dark Heart- the folks behind Wentworth and Buxbury- is actually a much larger group of people than I had first come to understand (this, for the record, is a good thing). This weekend, we entertained David, who has been a Key Grip on some of their films. Obviously, since there aren't any cameras in the traditional sense- and therefore, no Key Grips- on Wentworth and Buxbury, he wasn't at the NYTVF, but his enthusiasm for the project was tangible, which is wonderful. He's wanting to move to the US and get work as a Grip here, so hey! If you know anybody...
His trip took him to Arizona for three days, where he was left to fend for himself for a few days, so we got to hang out a bit, which was wonderful. Most of the time, to be certain, was spent in restaurants, and I am ashamed to admit that I didn't take him to any of the more fun Phoenician institutions, instead opting for safer territory, but good times were had nevertheless.
On a whim on Friday evening, I suggested that we might want to take a quick trip up north to the Oak Creek Canyon. I'm almost certain that I have taken every single person who visits with any more than a few days' time to Oak Creek Canyon, but it's worth it every time, in my mind. If nothing else, the trip from Phoenix to the general Sedona/Flagstaff area shows how biologically diverse Arizona is as a state. You go from the heat of the low desert, the landscape peppered with saguaro, to the chill of the high mountains, everything covered in pine and, frequently, snow.
I took some pictures on my cell phone, so here, for your enjoyment, is a stop along the Oak Creek Canyon. Truly, if I intend to keep traveling as I have been lucky enough to do lately, I need to get myself a better camera. Anyhow, on to the photos:
This last photo makes me chuckle a bit: Something about the juxtaposition of a giant garbage can before the splendour of the vista behind it seems off, somehow.
It's entirely likely that sometime in the not-too-distant future, I will finally have to leave Arizona behind. The changes of the state in the past few years have been remarkable. Phoenix, especially, is making great strides towards a more metropolitan existence. The changes are exciting, and I will happily milk out every last minute I've got here, but at the same time, I think what I'll miss most are places like Oak Creek Canyon, which make giant statements by simply saying nothing.
Not much to report on the music front, today. Entertaining means that you get to spend your time gathering inspiration but not necessarily putting fingers to keys. I hope to resolve that in the coming days. The feel of one of the projects I'm juggling at the moment requires music that involves the wonderful crystalline snap that autumn and winter best provide. The weather has started to chill, and the trip up north has shifted my head in the right direction. Time to take advantage of the surroundings.
His trip took him to Arizona for three days, where he was left to fend for himself for a few days, so we got to hang out a bit, which was wonderful. Most of the time, to be certain, was spent in restaurants, and I am ashamed to admit that I didn't take him to any of the more fun Phoenician institutions, instead opting for safer territory, but good times were had nevertheless.
On a whim on Friday evening, I suggested that we might want to take a quick trip up north to the Oak Creek Canyon. I'm almost certain that I have taken every single person who visits with any more than a few days' time to Oak Creek Canyon, but it's worth it every time, in my mind. If nothing else, the trip from Phoenix to the general Sedona/Flagstaff area shows how biologically diverse Arizona is as a state. You go from the heat of the low desert, the landscape peppered with saguaro, to the chill of the high mountains, everything covered in pine and, frequently, snow.
I took some pictures on my cell phone, so here, for your enjoyment, is a stop along the Oak Creek Canyon. Truly, if I intend to keep traveling as I have been lucky enough to do lately, I need to get myself a better camera. Anyhow, on to the photos:
This last photo makes me chuckle a bit: Something about the juxtaposition of a giant garbage can before the splendour of the vista behind it seems off, somehow.
It's entirely likely that sometime in the not-too-distant future, I will finally have to leave Arizona behind. The changes of the state in the past few years have been remarkable. Phoenix, especially, is making great strides towards a more metropolitan existence. The changes are exciting, and I will happily milk out every last minute I've got here, but at the same time, I think what I'll miss most are places like Oak Creek Canyon, which make giant statements by simply saying nothing.
Not much to report on the music front, today. Entertaining means that you get to spend your time gathering inspiration but not necessarily putting fingers to keys. I hope to resolve that in the coming days. The feel of one of the projects I'm juggling at the moment requires music that involves the wonderful crystalline snap that autumn and winter best provide. The weather has started to chill, and the trip up north has shifted my head in the right direction. Time to take advantage of the surroundings.
Labels: Inspiration, Oak Creek Canyon may be Heaven on Earth