In The Beginning, Each Day Was Like The End
The tree is the subject of the photograph finds its way into a lot of my shots because of its location, but sometimes I would find myself walking around it circumspectly as it seems to suspend time, reaching up into the sky as if to bring down lightning. There is an interesting symbiotic relationship between the Great Salt Lake and the peninsula. Promontory Peninsula is filled with a quiet grandeur and vibrancy by virtue of its being in the Great Salt Lake. With a place as magnificent as the Great Salt Lake, the peninsula wouldn't possibly be what the corrupt politicians tell the public it is, "trust me, it's a good place for a landfill." This is the heart of Utah. In the near distance the cry of Golden Eagles pierces the sky. It's been said that people get the governments they deserve. I come from a good family so I would like to believe that's not true, but whilst reading the Old Testament here on the peninsula it was not lost on me that it was the Dead Sea which Sodom and Gomorrah was next too. That makes sense when you think about the story being that Lot's wife turned to a pillar of salt for looking back at the city in its destruction. It's no wonder religion is so watered down and boring, reading the Bible in a stale meeting room in a church house. That's why people hear the same thing week after week, year after year, and anything real makes everyone freeze. This land is holy. That doesn't mean it's not dangerous sometimes. I had a chilling encounter with a rattlesnake one night as a storm was approaching. An interesting lesson in it though.
On this hidden remnant of paradise, one can become mesmerized by the the trees and castle-like rock formations, the caves and rolling grassy hills and giant floors, it's very medieval and alps-like and quite magical, and the Great Salt Lake is there in the background, but then you realize that somehow it is the reason why this place is here. The landscape and its history with the Great Salt Lake and the Great Salt Lake's connection to the body of water that once made islands of many of the ranges is much deeper than we can imagine. There is a life here that we do not understand, but it is a place that God is very close to at times, In the moments when you see things the way they were, when perhaps God walked in the Earth, the heavens crack open.