Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Framed and Matted

I must have walked this stretch of beach hundreds of times in all seasons.  Can a rock this big and full of personality have failed to make an impression before?  Perhaps only the upper icebergish tip had been exposed before the latest cataclysmic floods and beach erosion.  But now begins a new era of sunlight and tides,  a shining moment of contemporary communion with gulls and humans, exhumed from subterranean rest after a glacial journey, itself only the most recent episode of a story unimaginably older.

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