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September 2017

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Today was approximately evenly split between napping, working, and walking, which is not such a bad way to go about things when you can.

I have been enjoying the landscapes I've seen in others' posts, have been feeling even a little envious of their moss-banked waterfalls and rugged declivities -- which envy is mad, given where I live, but the sphagnum is always greener, etc.

Therefore, here are a few photos from today's scramble along the rocks in Beacon Hill Park. The path is a bit dodgy at the best of times, and today it was muddy and the rocks were wet, but I find if I'm willing to lower my centre of gravity more than dignity strictly allows, I can achieve some fair progress.

The rocks are something remarkable -- huge rounded whalebacks banded, veined, and streaked with surprising colour.

In the spirit of shared beauty, then:

(Click to expand the anchorless grandeur)

LB her own lantern and S looking broodingly windblown.

Splendour without any provision of scale. Sorry about that.

More scaleless splendour. It's about as big as it looks.

Every few moments, the incoming waves would force air into a hole under the rock and make a deep resounding BOOM.

As I cried out through the wind to S and LB, in my gamin enthusiasm, "This is a downtown park." That's a slight exaggeration, but only a slight one.


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Date: 2017-03-27 10:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] anne
Magnificent! My downtown park is half former cow pasture and half 1830s landscaping.

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