Day 260: It was during a walk through the faerieland of Stevens Canyon that I discovered the Queen of Rocks taking her leisure some eight feet or so from the roadway. She wore a coronet of Penstemon and rested almost vertically against the face of the wall. No other vegetation dared approach closely to her regal repose, nor did any other rock disturb her serene aspect. It was clear that she commanded the wider scene of towering granodiorite, her chiseled throne protected from the cruel forces of wind and water by the grey and ancient battlements which stood at her sides. My audience with her was brief and, vulgar paparazzo that I am, I accepted her gracious permission for a single photograph before moving on.
No comments:
Post a Comment