What do I want to say about these rocks?
Or is it what do these rocks say to me?
These rocks are the center divide on a curve on California's Highway 101. This through- the -dirty windshield- with- the -wipers- going photo was taken as we passed these rocks at the speed limit ( don't worry, I wasn't the one driving) northbound on a wet cloud day.
Paths have undoubtably skirted around these rocks long before there was a road.
They seem full of stories, these rocks. "Notice I am already here," they might have said to the engineers that planned the state highway. The road used to function with a lane going each direction, but now both these lanes are northbound and the two southbound lanes course around the west of these rocks.
I like rocks...and these speak of the primacy of the land...an ancient boundary if you will. Store fronts along the road come and go, fields are planted and some are paved over. Apple orchards are removed for vineyards...but these rocks hold their place and each time I see them, they make me glad.