The Theosophical Path Illustrated Monthly Volume 1, July-December, 1911
Religion
The Theosophical Path Illustrated Monthly Volume 1, July-December, 1911
Theosophy -- Periodicals
Every few yards the character of these cañons alters, revealing views
of the most varied beauty. One such is shown in illustration No. II,
the entrance to one of the cañons: the silver sand of the bottom, the
varied greens of the scrub, the rich red-gold-brown of the cliffs with
the green chaparral peeping over, all flooded with golden sunshine
almost palpitating with vibrant life, and over all the bluest blue
sky, make a feast of color which must be seen to be appreciated. Or
again, as in illustration No. III, there is rugged and savage grandeur
recalling Whitman's words:
Spirit that formed this scene
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red
* * * * *
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own
I know thee savage spirit--we have communed together.
Many of the finest views cannot be photographed because they recede
deep, deep out of the light of day. This can be seen by the center
foreground of illustration No. IV, the detail of which is quite lost
in a veritable yawning gulf. Here one catches the last glimpse of the
bay and the distant mountains before descending in five or six stages
some one hundred and fifty or two hundred feet. At the bottom it is
so narrow that one has to work his way along sideways. It is damp and
chill and earthy down there, the sky a narrow ribbon of blue away up,
and one emerges later feeling like an emancipated troglodyte.
Or as shown in illustration No. V--which is a view of the rock face
on the right-hand side of No. IV, about half-way down--the scene
is too large for the camera, while every foot of it is interesting
and beautiful to the eye: "no jutty, frieze, buttress nor coign of
vantage" but hath its festoon of vines, clump of ferns, or mass of wild
flowers, while the flat rock is stained and mottled with lichens--sage
green, old gold, brown, red; and only in such a place could mere light
and shade work such magic: fairy towers, demon caves, faces in the
rock--grotesque, fantastic, weird, beautiful, majestic, are the tricks
of sunshine in this miniature cataclysmic playground of nature.
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