Monday, 19 March 2007

Weathered Rocks

Great stone boulders flung across the landscape. Timeless natural sculptures shaped by eternal wind and rain. Massive monuments at every turn.

Rocks at Echo Bluff, North Lawson

Today I saw a lyrebird prancing on a rock tower, his tail feathers high, calling to his mate with mechanical buzzes and whirrs. (I was too slow to get a photograph – sigh).

Words to walk with:
From Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth 1798
"Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart"

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