I love rock. In today's vernacular, rock rocks. Why do I think so? Well, in a way, it's like Earth's skeleton. Where it's exposed bare on mountaintops or the walls of canyons, it is raw evidence of the incomprehensible age of the planet and the forces of nature that have been working on it for eons. I found this rockscape in Rocky Mountain National Park, along the trail to Alberta Falls, to be particularly appealing not only because of the exposed ancient rock, but because of the skin of lichen clinging to its surface and the young, vibrant trees and bushes that have boldly taken root in its cracks and crevices. If rock could talk, it would have many stories to tell. Just seeing it makes me wonder what those stories might be. A couple of other rock photos I'm particularly fond of are #1102 and #0930.