……..Italy has Pompeii, Burgeo Newfoundland has Sandbanks.
It’s not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks. Wendy Mass, Jeremy Fink and the Measure of Life
For the first time in my life I find myself wishing I had studied geology. I always get a feeling of joy when picking up a smooth, warm rock….I close my eyes and feel my daughters’ little hand in mine and, in more recent years, my grandchildren’s. The texture and smoothness of these rocks on the beach at Sandbanks Provincial Park in Burgeo will be with me always. Because they appear to be made from many tiny rocks, I expected them to be course and rough to the touch, the opposite was true. Running my hand over them on many of my treks, I felt smoothness….like soapstone. I can only assume ( because I didn’t study geology) that over millions of years the ferocious winds, tides and blowing sands smoothed them into this most awesome state.
On the trails…… totally different, but so visually appealing.
On the trails. How did this get here?……my imagination runs wild.
I take another look at the stone, round my fingertips over the meticulous brushstrokes and realize that nothing ever returns to time unless it is stored in mute, voiceless objects; rocks tell tales after all.” Stefan Hertmans, War & Turpentine