Yesterday evening, I made this shot of a couple of rocks in front of the cottage. I thought they looked rather serene and a bit inscrutable sitting there in the shallows amidst the dimming twilight. I particularly liked the mix of colors on the water—the salmon-pink of the setting sun (the photo is taken looking straight west) and the turquoise of the fading sky overhead. The river's ripples mix the two colors wonderfully.
I think the image captures the moment's mood of tranquil mystery rather well.
The bottom photo, taken last week, is of one of the same rocks (the stone on the left in the image above, shot from a slightly different angle) in the strong overhead light of midday. Which was exactly what the basking turtles were after—though was way too harsh and terribly angled for making a good photo. Not that the turtles cared about their portraits; what they did care about was warming their cold reptilian blood. For the time is coming—and isn't all that far ahead—when they'll be digging themselves into the soft mud nearby to wait out another long Ohio winter.
So you see…whether as a focal element of beauty, or a merely u
til i tar i an place of repose, even rocks have their roles.