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​Red Rocks, Millowl, by Sue Saliba

1/10/2020

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Red Rocks, Millowl. Paintings: Ann Shenfield
By Sue Saliba
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Ancient rocks, sea creatures as alien and beautiful and strange as the oldest language. The rock pools with their miniature worlds. And beneath the smooth water, a forest unable to be seen. Or perhaps imagined, not in its entirety or its exquisite detail.
 
A seal pokes her whiskered face through the blue surface, a cormorant stands like a crucifix on the edge of the rock platform, his black wings outstretched to slow his beating heart. On the sand are the tiny footprints of shorebirds – hooded plovers –whose species might not outlive today’s children.
 
There’s something familiar and utterly strange about this beach at the end of my road. Red Rocks Beach. Coming to this place awakens a sense of wonder, invites a welcome sort of not-knowing. And yet, there is something else, something that arises and can almost be grasped, but not quite.
 
Could it be a kind of remembering?
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4 Comments
Michael Whelan
2/10/2020 02:58:10 pm

Lovely thoughts and paintings

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John Halford
2/10/2020 05:09:19 pm

As for the text, you never know what interesting things you will find until you go looking.

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Jan Fleming
3/10/2020 11:55:54 am

Thanks Sue, really lovely thoughts.

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Nina wills
4/10/2020 08:46:04 pm

I loved the story of red rocks by Sue Saliba

Sensitively and Beautifully written. It gives a sense of respect for the beautiful peaceful Rock Formation and beach - one feels the natural Rock formation and sea creatures and birds that visit it daily throughout this story. I Would like to visit Red rocks someday.

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