Formations on the Island Shores
I have a memory of seeing history in these island formations. It was like a record of where the survivors fell and a chronicle of those who continued, formed into rock. These islands formed by the fallen as their last breath leaked out. Giants were next to the hardly visible at all. Some were so much smaller, some so much larger than I. Some appeared to be in agony. Others surely ended in the arms of another, obviously in love.
Islands off Solitude
8.5”x 6” ballpoint pen