It's been months since my last visit to my rock friends at Drift Inn, but yesterday was just too tempting. Some of the resulting images are baby hippopotamuses (only their mother could love them...), and some are so enigmatic that they require ...explication. But a few seem to me to stand on their own, offering the viewer an opportunity to parse them for meaning and significance:
I'm reminded of several Henri Cartier-Bresson photographs:
this one is Bodhidharma, once again visiting Midcoast Maine:
(he holds his staff in his left hand, and appears to have the canonical beard)
(this one is maybe Gregor Samsa)
It's more of a stretch, but I see Jane Avril in the lower left, as painted by an Impressionist Cubist:
even more familiar: