Distant Mule Train, Grand Canyon | Mark Lindsay
I first visited Grand Canyon as a 14-year-old boy. This blog has chronicled those first impressions, particularly in my post, The Mules' Echos, the story of my dad taking me to the rim before sunrise. From the glimpse until this day I have made, collected, sorted, and edited thousands upon thousands of images. After awhile they just pile up—physically, digitally, and metaphorically—and it's hard to allow them to breathe and find their way into to daylight. How does one choose the best and how do would they hold together as a group?
I'm not sure I'll ever know the answer to that but tonight I am introducing a new Grand Canyon gallery of photography at marklindayart.com entitled Kaibab. The first version of the gallery is going live this evening (February 25th) and will evolve almost daily. Like a kid on Christmas day, I've been anxious to get at it, to unveil what I have so far and take it from there. The gallery has been swimming around in my brain for sometime and now it's being released into cyberspace.
Kaibab is the Native-American word for canyon and I've grown to love the word, even if it took me thirty years to pronounce it correctly (ky-baahb, like a sheep saying, “baaaaah”). The gallery is named in honor of the people who saw it first and revere it the most. Please have a look and let me know what you think.