Tom Robbins
Member
We humans seem to be hardwired to find patterns where none actually exist. Elvis is seen in an oatmeal cookie, Churchill's profile in a cloud, elves can be found in the branches of trees at dusk...
The exposed St. Peter sandstone in the Illinois River valley canyons is constantly eroding and changing under the onslaught of the elements. It crumbles, spalls, fractures in boulders, or weathers away one grain of sand at a time. The rock becomes stained by mineral and organic pigments as it is exposed and weathers. It becomes a canvas of the elements, and most of the resulting "artwork" is abstract.
However, sometimes it resembles something else. Or maybe not.
Beetle brow gnome?
Photographed last Valentines Day, coincidence?
Venus, or way too much time spent alone in the woods on a spring day?
Thanks for looking, and for any comments or suggestions,
Tom
The exposed St. Peter sandstone in the Illinois River valley canyons is constantly eroding and changing under the onslaught of the elements. It crumbles, spalls, fractures in boulders, or weathers away one grain of sand at a time. The rock becomes stained by mineral and organic pigments as it is exposed and weathers. It becomes a canvas of the elements, and most of the resulting "artwork" is abstract.
However, sometimes it resembles something else. Or maybe not.

Beetle brow gnome?

Photographed last Valentines Day, coincidence?

Venus, or way too much time spent alone in the woods on a spring day?
Thanks for looking, and for any comments or suggestions,
Tom