Colors Of Spring.

No, not flowers, though there will be plenty of those soon enough.

Today I have a pair of sensorial opposites.  First, the lithic permanence of the granitic gneiss of Salmon Falls:

…the intriguing geometry and variegated colors of which never cease to amaze me; and second, a softer vision – a tiny snippet of a bed of golden moss:

…found glowing in the late day sun, as it is wont to do.  The delicate intricacy of this stuff always stuns me, and I’ll doubtless bore you with it as Spring progresses.  Consider it a weakness of mine, and forgive me my trespasses, as I’ll forgive those who tread unaware on such delicate beauty.