I pass by this rock on a trail that I walk on Dove Mountain. I like this rock and, in this image, I like the shadows that define it.
The rock is cracked, yet solid. It has fissures, yet it has a place. It's off the trail, yet close enough to prop my foot to tie a shoe string or pause for a stretch. It's dull gray, yet surrounded by the desert's bright greens and soft teals.
It teaches me a thing or two about being broken, yet strong. About the side of the trail being where you can stay and stay, and stay some more. About shadows that bring out the beauty of line and shape and form in that which seemingly has little color.
It's a very cool rock.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
beautiful and elegant -- your writing & your photography!
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