Zion's First Bloom
ďThe persistence of MemoryĒ a painting by Salvador Dali, one of my favorites works by Dali.

For those who havenít seen it, it is kind of like a wasteland, it also has clocks in it that seam to be melting, as they melt they mold to their surroundings, but they never seam to exceed their bounds, to me it means time is fluid, but still has bounds.

This photograph is one of those photographs that seam to recall to memory the very moment it was taken, even though time has passed on, moving and weaving.

Each time I look at this photograph I am instantly taken back to that moment, I can feel the cool spring air as it gently flows over my arms, and face. I can feel the rising sun as it makes itís way above the canyon walls, striking the rocks and trees on the far side, warming the canyon floor.

I can smell the blossoms of this little tree as it struggles to stay a live in the harsh environment that it finds itself in, and even manages to thrive.

That is one of the beauties of photography, it not only captures a moment in time, but it captures the memories of that moment, the feelings we had as we first looked at the scene, the emotions of the moment, bringing them back to us as if they had just happened.

What a wonderful thing the persistence of memory, even those thoughts, and memories we thought were long gone come flooding back in living color.

I recall as we drove through the canyon from Mount Carmel junction, headed to Springdale on the west side of the lower part of Zion national park, we came around a bend and I spotted this little tree making itís way up the cliff side, I made a mental note of the location, then the next morning we got up early and headed for that location, I got out of the car, grabbed my camera, and tripod. It was a cool spring morning, but the cool felt good against my skin as I set up the camera, and waited for the light the break on the wall above this little tree, lighting the pine tree growing on the rocks.

Last year we took a drive through the park again, just a few years had passed but the little pine tree was grown large, and the tree with the blossoms on it was un recognizable, the landscape had changed, but my memory of that day still remains the same.

I hope you all have a great day, and remember those little moments that make us all happy. Feel that spring air on your face, and the warmth of the sun as it rises in the morning.


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