This is the first image of curled clay that I took. Chris and I were camped outside the southeast corner of Canyonlands National Park.A small puddle had dried up, producing the most tightly curled clay that I had ever seen. In the dying eavening light, I quicly set up my 4x5 camera and exposed a couple pieces of film to capture this image. These curls have evoked the image of tree bark, or sometimes even the bark of a cinnamon tree.