“We are often unaware of the gradual decline and the erosion in our lives but not unaware of the gnawing feeling it brings.”
― Eric Samuel Timm
As I stood on the shore, I could not help but notice the features of this rock outcropping. Wave after wave flowed over it and the light revealed deep scrapes and abrasions. Small rocks washed and danced over the surface and around the edges. The surf repeated this pattern, over and over. At some point, driven by the extreme tides of the Bay of Fundy, larger boulders must have passed over the surface, creating the deep gouges and chips. Long before I was born and long after I’m gone, this pattern continues, adding to the abrasive material that’s responsible. Eventually, the rock will be worn down by some it’s own material.
How often does life wear us down to the point where we are the very agents of our continued erosion?
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 95 mm
1/8 sec, f/25.0, ISO 200