Over the last two or three years the author Craig Childs has become a constant staple in my leisure reading. Anyone interested in the desert, nature or adventure might really consider picking up one of his books. The most recent book of his that I read is called The Desert Cries. In this book there is a chapter about a flash flood that killed 11 people in Antelope Canyon. The four photos here are from that canyon and the quotes are from the chapter about Antelope Canyon in Childs book The Desert Cries.
"In the desert, the two primary elements are stone and water. Stone comes in abundance, exposed by weathering and a lack of vegetation. It is a canvas. Water crosses this stone with such rarity and ferocity that it tells all of its secrets in the shapes left behind. Antelope Canyon's interior is the pure expression of both."
"Would this be the perfect place to die? It would be a swift and difficult death, I know that. Even ghosts are scoured clean from this place. I try to shake the thought from my head, because I remember that children were left behind, their parents killed here where I am standing."
"Even the ancient cross-bedding of the sandstone, the gentle lines left from the rock's origin, are swirled into the shapes. They look like the warp and weft of a loomed textile."
"Sweeping in and out of each other, the rock walls look more like fabric than stone. The canyon slides around itself, a hall of mirrors."
"In the desert, the two primary elements are stone and water. Stone comes in abundance, exposed by weathering and a lack of vegetation. It is a canvas. Water crosses this stone with such rarity and ferocity that it tells all of its secrets in the shapes left behind. Antelope Canyon's interior is the pure expression of both." 
"Would this be the perfect place to die? It would be a swift and difficult death, I know that. Even ghosts are scoured clean from this place. I try to shake the thought from my head, because I remember that children were left behind, their parents killed here where I am standing."
"Even the ancient cross-bedding of the sandstone, the gentle lines left from the rock's origin, are swirled into the shapes. They look like the warp and weft of a loomed textile."
"Sweeping in and out of each other, the rock walls look more like fabric than stone. The canyon slides around itself, a hall of mirrors."
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