Rocks

Driving to and from the near north this weekend I was struck by the beauty of all that rock! Roads continue to be pushed through granite and whatever, exposing layers and colours and striations to reveal the movement of earth in ancient times. Nothing is ever just level, it seems.

A couple of rock-related items. It has become the fashion to erect little inukshuks on what appears to be every accessible rock peak, and several that seem un-accessible! These little critters have migrated out of Arctic landscapes and line all the rocky highways and byways it seems.

Of course there are also the perennial painted announcements that Clare & Enid, or Bobbie & Ryan or even the Class of '07 were there!

My current musings on these phenomena is that they're connected with identity.

"I was here!" they proclaim. And since this rock isn't going anywhere
"I am important!"
"I am connected to this solid piece of the earth--and don't you forget it, the rest of you mortals who pass this way."

"OK," think I, "I see your mark and I salute you!"