Old Man, look at my life. I’m a lot like you were. Neil Young
It’s strange, isn’t it? I know that as human beings, we tend to anthropomorphize animals, attributing human characteristics to them in an attempt to create meaning and sense out of their behaviours. For some of us, it’s almost a knee-jerk reaction.
In the process of erosion, rocks get battered and bashed about; they get rained on, kicked and chipped; lichen covers them in unusual patters. And in the process, some seem to take on a life of their own. Is it just me, or are there aged and weathered faces peering up at me along the trail?