Rock. And not rock. Because, of course, seeing a fake rock is ever so much better than seeing utility connections.
Rock. And water. And a rock retaining wall of sorts. The little neighborhood stream – which isn’t always so little – goes under the street, through the Woodland Reserve pond and into Fourmile Creek. The fire hydrant in the top left corner tickles my fancy for some inexplicable reason. (The pile of snow near the hydrant might be hard as rock but it will melt away one of these days.)
Rock. On a beach, nearly six months ago, some 2000 miles from home. Ever so much more interesting than what I saw last Tuesday.
Another great Tuesday Photo Challenge from Dutch goes the Photo!