There is a legend to this rock:
|Image from VentureVancouver.com|
Somehow, I'm not convinced that being turned into a rock is a just reward for unselfishness,
but who am I to judge?
The greyness of the day only served to enhance the silhouette of the rock and the red and black lines of the freighters on the horizon. There were hundreds of small black and white ducks swimming around the rock.
To pay hommage to the native legend, I incorporated a photo of a beautiful carved mask that I had photographed later the same day through the Eagle Spirit Gallery window on Granville Island, using only a hint of the carving's flowing lines.
Again, as in the photo a couple of posts back, we see a lone figure on the horizon.
It's almost as if he or she is offering up a prayer.
Perhaps inspired by the legend, it is a prayer for the well-being of this planetary village we all call home.