Every time you use the word Hornby my mind strays in a completely different direction. Hornby was one of the icons of British childhood, makers of the best miniature railways. For me I am hard-wired to respond this way although your rocks, when I look at them, are as usual superb.

I like these rocks. I think I would have put a few in my pocket.

I like the way the rock in the third picture seemingly feels at home in the natural formation that holds it.

It it were filled with water there might well be life in that formation like the ones I tend to see in holes in tree trunks in the jungles out here.

Love the second one. I could see myself using that one an art work.

BB, I can see why the name would send you there, the way you love wheels. I think the island was named such for the ship's captain that found it. I appreciate the rare compliment!

Hhb, believe me, we carried many rocks back home but most were far too big and heavy! These were too big for pockets.

Anil, that's why I was attracted to it, I think! It may be a piece of driftwood though, there was a lot of it on that beach. And I'm sure it would be full of water in the high tides and winter storms, as there are many tidal pools on the island's rocky beaches.

Hi Cathy, yes, I'd agree and maybe it will be one day!

So this is where the Flintstones live then, eh! Haven't thought of them since my little girl days. Hornby seems like a playground for adults who are still kids at heart though.

R, if loving to explore all the different kinds of rock formations on Hornby is being a kid at heart, than I guess that's me :-)

They're all very evocative, aren't they? It's amazing what we can see and what you can show of the dynamic mystery of the planet. You have a very discerning vision.

I have been having trouble sleeping, too.

Rare (?) compliment. Have I really been so curmudgeonly? I apologise from the soles of my feet (if only I could reach them).

Susan, thanks for appreciating my 'odd' vision!

Hattie, it's no fun, is it, to have that foggy brain and tired body?

BB, oh yes, a curmudgeon, but no need to apologize for I know what's hiding behind that! ;-}

keep looking over again at this rock universe. seems to tell a story from top to bottom: something going on here...water moving rocks in a mindful way.

Such endless fascination provided by geology. Your second photograph is a wondrous work itself, needing nothing more nor less.

Hi Naomi! Isn't the power of water amazing... and geologic time with all its upheavals and transformations...!?

Olga, thanks. Indeed nature's works works of wonder are incredibly abundant in some places and thus make me very camera happy.

the second image reminds me of a frog's eye. I was reading about frogs in Ontario recently. Seems the numbers of frogs and salamanders are dwindling rapidly. Katja and I remarked that we rarely see any ditches anymore. When we were young girls we went with our glass jars to the pollywog ponds, which were in fact simply ditches. Now that whole area is a suburb of paved roads and sidewalks. Not a ditch in sight.

Taina, yes, that's happening here too. There was an area on a mountainside in West Vancouver that had some rare ones but the province in its wisdom insisted that the upgrade on the highway to Whistler (for the Olympics of course) had to cut through just that spot in spite of many protests.