Yesterday afternoon, in the bright cold sun of the Ides of March, we took a walk around Mosquito Head, something we hadn’t done for a while. Ella ruled the rocks and was impatient when we dawdled too long.
Maggie was pretty happy scrambling over the rocks as well. Who knew that mini-poodles are actually part mountain goat.
While they rambled far and wide, I stopped and took in the rock surfaces along the way. What colors, what subtleties. What layers of texture.
Not all the rocks at the headland have this pink strain, though quartz veins break through all over. And the tenacious lichens of many varieties have firm holdings everywhere above the high tide line.
It was a nice day.
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