And I tried, I really tried, to see them as rocks with their own story, without adding layers from my own silly imagination on top. And then I looked at the photos at home, and the trapped rock dwellers showed up. Here are two of them. (Laurie saw them, too, without me pointing them out. So they must be real, right?)
|Conglomerate, with woman wearing lipstick. (That's the real colour of the rock; I didn't add it.)|
|Textured sandstone, with long-nosed critter just leaving his bed.|
Ok. 'Nuff silliness. I'll be sensible tomorrrow.