The Veil Of Things

Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see---and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!
--Eugene O'Neill
Long Day's Journey Into Night




Grand Canyon Fog by Stephen Krieg
South Rim from Cremation Canyon
Colorado River outside Cottonwood Canyon