An Identity in Brush Strokes

A year after creating sort of a bare bones blog, Rob and I spent some serious time revamping it a few weeks ago. Last week, I decided that Ed Mell's masterpiece of the Grand Canyon was really the picture that needed to head up our blog - our identity. After all, I was trained by my parents to love Ed Mell and to worship the Grand Canyon. And Rob and I were part of the great Hinckley Expedition through the Canyon two years ago - four days roughing it, drinking water out of tadpole infested streams (our water purifier broke on about day 2), eating oatmeal mush made from the silty Colorado River, and hiding in our tent from the immense rain storm. A truly extraordinary experience and yes, we'd do it again tomorrow if Clark sent the clarion call.

Anyway, it has occurred to me that if we are reporting Team Lesan's adventures from Loveland, Ohio, the Grand Canyon really isn't the best heading picture. So I've replaced it. But it brings up the very unanswerable question of identity: what is it, and how do we create it? And what is the soundtrack and the setting? What melodies and brush strokes? Things I can't possibly answer on a Sunday afternoon. Anyway, this Western girl just can't take Ed Mell and the Grand Canyon off the blog forever; it would somehow indicate that the Grand Canyon is part of a past and not current identity. So here it is, forever preserved, and I hope I haven't violated very many copyright laws in displaying it. Mr. Mell, it's only because you capture the Canyon vista so wonderfully, so please excuse me.