On a journey through Arizona, driving from San Francisco past the Grand Canyon to the Antelope Canyons east of Page, Arizona, I was witness to the unfolding of a drama in stone. This rugged land of the Navajo people was formed by years of slow but consistent erosion of rock and soil that smoothened hard edges giving the canyons their distinctive “flowing” structure. During this road trip spanning 240 hours and 1,400 kilometres, what meets the eye is kilometres of undulating rocky plains—a painting in flaming orange and golden ochre. Hidden beneath are incredible rock patterns that light up in shades of indigo, violet and pink as soon as sunrays permeate the cracks.
is a mountaineer, explorer and an urban nomad with a compulsive knack of running away from home since the age of five. After being a journalist for 16 years, his latest medium of storytelling is through images that he says nourishes his soul.
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