Owl Canyon III
Inside the textured walls of Owl Canyon the rich red earthy colours seep out of the very walls and fill the light with their scarlet tint. Twisting and turning the ridges and clefts in the weather worn rock swirl themselves around like blood vessels, flowing and liquid like in appearance.
A haunting place of quiet whispery sounds that linger through the canyon in fading echos, tricking our ears of their origin and adding to the disorienting atmosphere. Cool in the shadows out of the biting sun we wander its sandy paths cut deep through the rock hoping it will somehow lead us out again.