“There is no mystery in art. Do the things you can see, they will show you what you cannot see.” ~ Isak Dinesen
The Last Cave I Will Ever Tour…
Was full of boxwork, cave popcorn, and rock that looked like marshmallow. I snapped photos to feign enthusiasm, but let’s be clear: I thought only of this low ceiling, that narrow passage, and The End; memorized the outline of the ranger’s hat with its deep depressions and sturdy, stiff brim; thought, if the hat could make it through such a tight squeeze, so could I.
Then, I followed her into a room called the Great Hall or the Cathedral or who knows anymore, because this is where she turned out the lights. Where she let us stand in the void for two minutes too long, while she spoke of early explorers lost in the dark.
She lit a candle lantern.
Blew it out.
What a tease.
So let’s call this the “Ha Ha Not Funny” room, or the “You Were Nice Until You Flipped That Switch” cathedral, and the last time I blindly follow anyone in a crisp, straw hat.
Wordless Wednesday: Point Me West
