Hi, my name’s Greg and I’m a topophile.
That statement almost makes me sound like I need to check into rehab or begin a 12-step program. As it turns out, its a good thing to be a topophile. What the heck is a topophile? Anyone who has a strong sense of place or identity is a topophile. Although I have never lived there, I have always felt a strong sense of place in southern Utah. Having grown up in a home where I was taught to enjoy the outdoors, I do not feel out of place when I am outside anywhere, but I feel especially at ease when I visit southern Utah–its almost as if I’m going home.
When I was 6, my parents moved from Denver to the northwestern New Mexico (the Four Corners area). I remember a lot of day trips and overnight trips to the La Plata and San Juan mountains, as well as places like Chaco Canyon and the Bisti Badlands. However, it wasn’t until I was in Boy Scouts (age 12?) that I visited Moab, Utah for the first time. We went on a mountain biking trip on some local trails, and on the way home stopped at the Needles District of Canyonlands National Park. To say I was blown away was an understatement. After that first trip, I couldn’t wait to get back.
My dad, friends, and I had many more trips to Canyonlands over the next several years. I was not drawn only to the topography and landscape, but also to the archaeological richness of the area. In some areas, every rock outcropping held a new treasure to see, and to force me to imagine what the ancient peoples thought of this land. We backpacked in the Dark Canyon Wilderness area, as well as several trips to the canyons of Cedar Mesa, a place I cannot wait to get back to. Since then, I’ve had the opportunity to explore many of the technical canyons in Zion National Park as well as in the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument.
For me, its not so much that southern Utah offers so much in the way of natural beauty, but rather that I feel connected with the land in a way that words cannot really describe. I’m honored to be able to visit and photograph this place often, and I hope that when my son gets older, my wife and I can instill a sense of place in him (wherever it may be) that my dad helped to instill in me.
Over the next weeks/months I’ll be featuring some of my own photos from southern Utah, as well as other photographers’ work who I really admire.
Today’s photo is of Castleton Tower, near Moab, Utah…where it all started for me.