Sunday, February 14, 2010
Until this weekend. On a trip to Joshua Tree National Park with my husband and kids, I, the granite snob, spent hours climbing, crawling under, squeezing through--huge piles and edifices of these igneous rocks. Such a spectacle! They were smooth, yet slightly scratchy to the touch. Plainly brown and whitewashed in the noonday sun, they revealed the slightest color variations upon closer inspection. They were piled one on top of the other just so, like somebody meant for them to look that way. Rock piles that began underground eons ago as a result of volcanic activity, revealed to us today, so that art may imitate life. I came to look at the cacti and Joshua trees, but fell in love with the rocks. It was a (relatively) short, three-hour drive, but I sure have come a long way!