Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Rocks of old


Beautiful rocks in a virtually dry river bed in Aviemore, which has been uncharacteristically hot and dry.
I feel strangely attached to rocks, I have a collection from various holidays which are my most treasured things. I often think of the lives of rocks, those locked in crystals of life from times long gone. In terms of reincarnation I always feel sorry for fossils locked into rocks unable to reincarnate.
As we walked and swam the river, I had fun painting water faces onto their dry surfaces, anthropomorphising them and saying hello, before the sun dried their smiles away.