Gardens of Stone is the name of the national park in this area and I agree with a comment Julie made the other day ... a superb name. The stones are massive, compare with the horse you can see in this picture.
Musing:
How happy is the litte stone by Emily Dickinson
"How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity"
Musing:
How happy is the litte stone by Emily Dickinson
"How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity"
I love rocks! What a fantastic spot this is!
ReplyDeleteI would be happy to be a little person wandering severally or singularly amongst these rocks.
ReplyDeleteThey are gargantuan in comparison with the horse: I had to search for the horse.
The horse truly puts things into perspective, otherwise they look like toadstools. The mind can play tricks...
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