I spent more time out by the lookout point the rocks there fascinated me. I mapped them with my eyes, going over and over their lines. I tried to hold onto the words of the geologist and tired to grapple with their deep time. I retraced my steps making sure I got everything, the moss, the water, the rocks, the ocean, the horizon line, the grasses, the clouds, the light. On my way home I visited one of the geologists sites and there in the field lay a very old rock. He had spilt into three parts and had been there for quite sometime. Moss, grasses and other elements had attached themselves to his surface, he had quite a presence. I walked round and around him, he had faces in all directions towering over the land, out of place fragmented but still, stuck, and diamond like.
