Preserving Pictures and Purity – An Odyssey from Canyon to Canon

(Bright Angel Trail, Grand Canyon, AZ | Google Maps)

The Canyon was bathed in a magisterial hue of light reflecting the invincible power of the radiant sun. The magnificent Orb, the very source of life for the only Planet with recorded inhabitation was serenely enveloping the imperial rock formations. Thousands of shutters clicked and clacked away in unison with uncontrolled exclamations and unbelievable finger shifts. The spectacular sights this evening would be fodder for envy on Instagram tomorrow.

Parveen watched with a tinge of amusement and melancholy at the chattering tourists. Bucket lists would be ticked off, as would be showboating with selfies, but the rampant march of climate change will continue unabated. Flooding was shifting vegetation along the Colorado River to species with more drought-tolerant traits. Native willows, rushes and cattails were in great peril.

Mankind had to do something; she had to do something. Something that would go beyond mere rhetorical campaigns and Canon DSLR selfies!

(Word Count: 150)

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Stone Age & Cartilage


(Photo Credit: JS Brand)

Neither an overcast morning nor an overhang of the ominously dark clouds dampened the enthusiasm of the two geriatrics as they cautiously ambled their way out the hotel and onto the cobblestone street. Peering intently over their copies of the pocket guide book, Zampa and Keith trudged along towards “The Spectacle of the Two Horses”. The pointed end of their umbrellas made a resounding clatter each time they came down.

“Keith, there you are!” Zampa was all glee as he made his way to the platform on which was erected the two magnificent horse sculptures.

“Zampa, it’s not at all far. The horses are right up ahead!” responded Keith, following Zampa.

“Of course they aren’t made of lead. They are cast in plain stone”, Zampa retorted

“No, No a nose does not have a bone. It’s just cartilage”, now Keith was angry.

“Balderdash & Malarkey! It wasn’t built in the stone age”, Zampa turned irate.

A “Keep Silent” plaque hushed both Keith and Zampa thereby giving them not only a golden opportunity to marvel at the imperial pair of horses but also to realise the fact that both of them had unwittingly forgot to put on their hearing aids.

(Word Count: 199)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details, visit HERE.

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