Impressions of Sedona
In May 2015 I attended my brother’s wedding in Phoenix, Arizona. I was expecting to simply attend the wedding, be with family, have a couple of days of R&R by the pool surrounded by cactus and fragrant rosemary hedges.
The day following the wedding, my sisters and I decided to take a little trip to Sedona and off we went. I was captured and in awe with scenery from the get-go. Being born and raised in Montreal, Quebec my vision of the world either was white, desolate winters or of lush and colourful springs, summers and autumns.
The tumbleweeds, cactus, low rocky hills and the vastness of the highway while driving towards Sedona were foreign and so other. When in front me starting looming the coloured rocks of Sedona they seemed as though someone had put them there as a backdrop for a Western.
The Chapel of the Holy Cross carved out of the mountain, the flowering cactus, the looming stone mountains; everything was nothing like I had seen before. I was snapping photos and just as I thought I would get used to the scenery, upon turning around to take another photo, the mountain I had just seen moments before struck me again as if for the first time.
When I got back to my brother’s place he asked me how I ‘liked’ Sedona. There are no words for how I ‘liked’ Sedona.
Cover photo and above image by Anita Ritenour via Creative Commons.