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"