"Sitting with Joan and Donï¿½s photographs spread on my old library table, I marvel at the way they capture this perception. Much as an x-ray goes beyond the skin to capture bone structure, their visual language reveals a world beneath the surface world, a ground truth of energy gathered temporarily into form. In shades of silver and ebony, lightening flashes on cresting sandstone, flames leap, the deluge descends. The play of light and shadow, the tracings of water and wind offer metaphors for spirit, metamorphosis, migration. The photographs of rock art, some thousands of years old, some contemporary with the cliff dwellings, confirm that there is always more than we know, more spirit, more magic. Mystery is more potent than explanation. Disrespect is dangerous. The buildings fitted deftly into the alcoves, the images made on the sandstone walls, are dwarfed by this vast sea of stone, but they are fiercely compelling. Their tough, sure-footed makers must have been comfortable with their own smallness. Deftly fitted into the land themselves, belonging not controlling, they made a full life out of what was at hand. Surely they moved confidently into their own future, walking out of the canyons to join the clans at the Center Place, leaving their gods and their exoskeletons to instruct us. The photographs imply all this and more." ï¿½From the Introduction by Ann Weiler Walka. IN STOCK.