This photo can't possibly do justice to this exquisite little chapel, but maybe there's enough of a hint of the grandeur of the setting and the magnificent colors of the sandstone to encourage you to visit to see it for yourself at some point when the mood strikes and the gas tank is full. Makes me wonder why I'd never heard of the Chapel of the Holy Cross before now. Perhaps there are books published -- but then maybe -- if I'd taken the time to walk down to the lower floor to the gift shop I'd have noticed them ... but I was too totally caught up in the wonder of the moment to think of anything so obvious.