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From "The first year of retirement"

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PIGGYBACK

Rocks from the Preservation Area around Peggy's Cove

Walter A. Aue, Summer 2001


Peggy's Cove - or Piggy's Cove, as some natives call it - is full of rocks. Granite rocks, in fact. Some rocks are original outcroppings, some were carried here, piggyback, by the glaciers. Mind you, no farther back than about five thousand years, Nova Scotia was still deep under ice.

Rocks have their own story to tell (to those whose ears listen and whose eyes observe).

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. Life entered from the sea, and from deep underground. Only slowly did it ascend the temple of light.

Entrance

. Around Peggy's Cove, there stand thousands such sentinels. All installed by the glaciers, and some much more precariously balanced than this one. In case you wondered: This one stands over 10 foot high.

Sentinel

. Granite ridges

Doormat

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. Lichens on granite

Life on the surface

. Ocean spray, rain and condensing fog fill fissures in the granite; seagulls drop fertilizer into it. Beauty is order from chaos. Life is full of beauty.

Life from the cleft

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. Algae drying on granite

Step up

. Water and shadow between two granite boulders. By the way, the colors are true, just as in all the other photographs.

Step down

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. Seaweed under water

Hair

. Granite dipping into dark water

Crown

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. Dark water between granite rocks

Sacred Pool

. Sun reflecting from stagnant water in granite cleft. Would you have chosen to call it "Cathedral" or "Prayer Rug"? Or would you have chosen to call it "Unisex"? My choice was as lukewarm as the water. Deservant of being spat out, as the Good Book remarks.

Meditation

. The brownish red is not differently colored granite. It's just granite under water. That's the way it is with all deep secrets: They are all wet.

Deep secret

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. Evaporating pool

Passage

. "God bless the grass" sang Pete Seeger.

Haven

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. No human is so big as not to be reflected against the sky.

Reflection

. Like the preceding photograph a crop from the picture above

You are a rock,
I am an island.

. Not THE water of life - but close.

The water of life

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. Deep is the reflection...

Deep

. ...Shallow is the ground

Shallow

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. Toward a cracked order?

Rectangularity

. Toward a hard spin?

Circularity

. Toward Mecca?

One-pointedness

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