Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Rocks of Metis

Across the road from where we stayed on our trip up the St Laurence was a narrow, sandy strip of beach at high tide and a rocky expanse at low tide. Watching the light and water, the shapes of the stones, the seals sunning on the spit of rock further out, the whale that I thought was a loose dingy, the patterns of the seaweed left behind by the outgoing tide, the breathing of the river; all these things gave me a sense of homecoming, of belonging. And as I was about to post this I remembered this quote from Rachel Carson that a friend posted last week.  [Thanks Jj]

“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.” 

Early morning light on the river rocks
a tidal pool
tiny stones nestled into the fold of rock
a favourite stone with incised marks
a tidal pool that looks like an aerial photograph...hmmm, well I suppose it is!
ochre/ rust lichen glowing in the early light


  1. Ochre. Maybe my favorite color in the whole world.
    Well, and some brownish red, and of course, a khaki green.
    See what you started? ;) đŸŒ»Laura

    1. You are in good company, they are J's favourite palette.


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