by beach walk, Victoria
I’m so glad to have my blog back after the server problems – strange how it broke my rhythm in writing. As I’m thinking of what to post, I remembered that I’d not finished describing the latter half of our island getaway in May, after we left Gabriola Island and headed south on Vancouver Island. So to recapture the rhythm, I’ve gone back into my photos and jumped into a series I took on Cordova Bay, in Victoria. We stayed with dear friends in the area who took us for a long walk along this beach in low tide. What beauties to be seen there, even these bluffs dripping with algae and seaweed.
July 15, 2011 in Canada and BC, Photography, Travel by Marja-Leena
I’m sorry you had troubles with your server and hope all will be stable from now on. Blogger goes a bit wonky every so often too but when we stop to think what these systems do and just how much they handle it’s amazing to contemplate.
Your pictures of the bluffs are wonderful. So much can be said of permanence and impermanence that words are hardly required.
Susan, the new server seems faster so far.
Glad you like the photos and that they make you think of permanence/impermanence.
Marja-Leena,
how high are these rock walls?
In Oregon coast they could be 200-500 meters high, even more in places. The mountains fall to the ocean there.
These look like different kinda rock, though. I think Orregon coast has more also sandstone, although I’m not sure how did that form there. Maybe from sand brought by Columbia-river.
such furry moss, wonderful. glad you’re finding the server faster! x
Plants turning the rock into sediment to become new rocks, in time. Geological time.
Ripsa, I think these bluffs are around 25 metres high. I might post some more photos of where residents above the rocks and bluffs built steps into them. These are either granite or volcanic here on this hillside, not a mountainside.
Elisa, don’t these look like paintings? Yes, great to have a faster server.
Zhoen, geologic time is fascinating and mind-boggling, isn’t it?
Oh. I’m sure that was unforgettable.
I see things like this by some waterfalls hiking on the Appalachian Trail sometimes. Strange to say, I don’t think I’ve seen large slabs of rock by large bodies of water. (I’ve spent all of my life in coastal or Piedmont Virginia.)
But we’re visiting Maine next week for the first time . . .
Peter, is coastal Virginia mostly wide open sand dunes and beach? And Maine’s coast more woodsy? Have a great time there! I’ve not been to the eastern USA myself.
I’m glad you have your blog back too. Your photograph of the tools in the flower pot sticks happily in my mind. Somehow the epithet “lived in” seems appropriate.
Joe, thanks. As a fellow gardener, I thought you might like that photo of old broken flower pot and forgotten weathered tools… yes, “lived in” indeed.
Welcome back!
Am I being silly or is there a face in that first picture? I see faces in most rocks, having a vivid imagination, but….
Hi Mouse! I see a face there too, so maybe we are both silly and have vivid imaginations.
It’s very clear, isn’t it? the head and shoulders of a man with dark hair and a small beard…to the right of the algae
I wonder whose image the rocks have captured and why
Do you think our faces have been ‘photographed’ by a rock somewhere? I like to think of mine on a menhir in Brittany, will it have whiskers and bright eyes do you think?
Mouse, yes, and I like to think that certain rocks may have spirits too, especially in places one feels a pull, like your menhirs in Brittany.