Slowly moving clouds,
Spring flirts, waits another day.
Hesitating rain.
I look at the mountains differently now, as though I'd seen them naked. I feel their age, imagine their journey, gape - awed at their history. Funny bit, though, was watching a raptor high above, seemed just as timeless.
Long ago, in a different life, I often hiked through these canyons. I haven't missed it, really. Feel I had my turn, and that was fair and enough. Now, I want to see it all again, with wiser eyes. It's alright, just have to remember.
As the rocks remember being mudflats on the edge of an ancient ocean.
9 comments:
That seems like a wonderful geology course. I hope you continue such enjoyment.
"Man, I hated the threat of erosion at the time, but now life seems so dull."
RR,
Four hours class, four hours field trip, no exams, wonderful indeed.
Pacian,
Of course, after being buried for a long, long, long time, erosion must be... freeing.
the best kind of holiday is the learning kind...of course anything that makes me feel relatively young is always welcome too
If you look at the full image closely, you will see the octagonal shape of dried out mud.
When I was studying geology, we were taught that the greatest erosive force is a geologist's hammer!!
gz,
HA! He didn't actually chip anything off in front of us.
Nice photos, Z! Nothing like that around here.
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