September 15, 2009

Fry Canyon, Utah

Many years ago I came to Fry Canyon to scout for a movie called "Dark Blood" (River Phoenix was on the movie but died 3 weeks from completion).. He was a sweetheart but that's another story...

Anyway, I met an old miner here in Fry Canyon and we had one of the best conversations I've ever had with anybody. The memory is like a fine palladium print... There was a wonderful shaft of light crossing his wizened face, cowboy boots propped up on a stool, plaid shirt and blue jeans..

Talking for hours, we were like a couple of ravens flying high, swooping down, catching air currents... so different in life experiences, age and philosophy... yet traveling in the same direction in those moments.

Our commonality was mutual respect and an interest in knowing what the other thought and felt about life. We took the time...

I went back to Fry Canyon today, twenty years later and found his old place closed up... Wonder where he props his boots up these days....