And by their grandeur seize the heart, and lead the soul Through portals of enchantment to Sublimity. Newberry likened the spires of The Needles to the towers of Manhattan. That is a valid comparison, but only in a vague sense, for no skyline built by man matches the mystical skyline of The Needles in delicacy and harmonious variation of line and form, not to mention coloration. The rock forms of this area simply are beyond count or classification, for they change into something different with every repositioning of perspective, however minute, whether the viewer moves backward or forward, up or down, left or right. All perspectives are necessary for appreciation.
Appreciation is dependent, also, on personal moods, seasons, weather, and hours of the day.
I knew then that I could never exhaust the visual and emotional treasury of The Needles, but I tried to do so with repeated visits over the coming years. Thank heaven that prophecy has not come true. I hope it never does. It never could, of course. The very ruggedness and isolation of the area will prevent that, at least for years to come.