For some strange reason, I have always been fascinated with odd rock formations. This one is pink granite, 700km northwest of Adelaide, South Australia. It is in the middle of a hayfield and nick-named Murphy's Haystacks. Why I have thought of rocks tonight (when it is currently gently raining outside in the darkness) I have no idea. Perhaps it is just all part of a yearning for security, and rocks symbolise a grounded earthiness. I don't know. Somehow, these particular rocks remind us that Australia has one of the oldest landscapes in the world because it is not subject to volcanic explosion, avalanche and even earthquakes are somewhat limited. In other words, our landscape is more stable than most. What we see is weathered by the winds and rains of time more than anything. Perhaps my thoughts are still linked to that tatty letterbox I saw on last night's walk, stubbornly resisting all manner of challenges; re-shaped, but not broken.
~ After a few more thoughts, one rock looks so much like some solar disc, turned to the journeys of stars. Almost like a face turned up, waiting for some celestial answer.
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