Last year, I discovered an amazing place that wasn’t all that far from home. It’s called Providence Canyon, which according to the state site is Georgia’s ‘Little Grand Canyon.’ This highly visited site is “a testament to the power of man’s influence on the land. Massive gullies as deep as 150 feet were caused simply by poor farming practices during the 1800s, yet today they make some of the prettiest photographs within the state.”
I would have to agree with these claims as well. It was remarkable to see. My only regret was that I had not brought my Nikon camera with me. But, I had my handy iPhone and it was ready for a spontaneous day of travel and documenting.
Above, you will see two different versions of the most iconic view from the canyon. There is such richness to the view. The dramatic colors. The vast cliff-like gullies. (Which shot do you prefer?)
That day I wound up walking all around for miles. First, I walked down into the canyon where I saw the view from below. Talk about feeling small. It was such a site to see that angle of a canyon. Not to forget the colorful clay ground and budding forest that surrounded me. It was very surreal.
From the top of the canyon, was the spectacular view in the pictures here. As I stood there, I realized how wonderful the world is. There is so much to see and appreciate, and I didn’t even need to travel that far from my home. It also was powerful to realize this canyon was formed by man’s poor practices. I find that the tenacity of nature is incredible. Whatever the farmers of the 1800s did to create such gullies I don’t know, but clearly, nature fought back and adjusted by creating this magnificent area.
It made we realize that there is always hope. No matter what we have gone through in life, we can always come back. Sure, we may never be the same, but we can be a different kind of beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful once we embrace our lines, our variety, our experiences. Just like the canyon, it could not change what man had done, but it found a way to recover and flourish. Now, it is probably more known than it ever was back in the farming days.
Whenever I see this canyon, it will be forever linked to a combination of feelings: romance, history, beauty, spontaneity and the realization of never-ending hope. Why? Just like a song brings you back to a moment in life, this place is a song to me. When I visited this place, I was on a date. It was a surprise for me, and could not have been more perfect. Things wound up not working out as we were in different stages in our lives, but that doesn’t change what I felt then. It was a magical day to say the least. And when things ended, I went through a great deal of pain. But through that pain, I changed, like the canyon, and became stronger. (Which was one of my earliest posts on this blog.) I was different, but it was a better kind of different. I became more self aware and remembered that I was in charge of my happiness. I was my greatest strength. And no matter what life throws at me, I have no choice but to survive, and I will chose to do it with grace and style. Some of my experiences may have created great gullies in my soul…but they do not define me. No, they are only part of the complete me who is getting better each and every day.
Make sure you check out the Phoneography Challenge that is hosted by Lens and Pens by Sally. Each Monday, challengers post some phone pictures (with or without stories). This week’s theme was travel, and I chose to talk about my travel to the canyon and the path my heart has gone.