God’s toe marks. Grand Canyon north rim, Arizona, USA. 2005

Back in 2005, my wife and I visited the north rim of the Grand Canyon. One particularly beautiful day we were out on a point, up above the track, laying on our backs watching the condors soaring above. It was all so blissfully beautiful. Just laying there enjoying the company and the place reminded me of a quatrain from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
   Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
 Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

As we lay there together, whole-heartedly enjoying the moment, our bliss was shattered by a nasally high pitched shrieking declaration of,

“OHHHH…….MYYYY…….. GAWD!!”
“WILLYA JUSS LOOKIT THAT!!”

“IT’S JUSSO BEUDDIFUL!!”

“YOU’D HAVTA BE NUTS NOT TO BELIEVE IN GAWD AFFTA SEEIN THIS!!”

“LOOKKIT YOU CAN EVEN SEE WHERE GAWD’S TOES WENT WHEN HE MADE THE PLACE!!”

I couldn’t resist jumping up to have a look to what kind of raucous creature made such a noise.

Yep there was no surprise there. Standing in the middle of the track below us was a very chunky woman dressed in brightly coloured tight knitted synthetic T-shirt and shorts, accessorized with rhinestone encrusted; cat’s eye shaped glasses and toeless shoes with heels way too high to walk in such surroundings. She looked like a cross between a Gary Larsson cartoon and Brigid Polk’s portrayal of Estelle, in Andy Warhol’s movie “Bad”.

Next to the shrieker was a drab little fellow who was the personification of beige looking at what I presume was his wife, was pointing at.

So I took a photo of what she was pointing at.

Evidence of the existence of a god

 My only regret is that I didn’t take a picture of them.