The rocks along the Great Ocean Road carry a quiet kind of history.
Water moves over them, softening everything in its path, while the small barnacles hold on where they can. There is something beautiful in that contrast. The constant movement of the ocean against the stubbornness of stone.
For a brief moment, the water loses its shape and the whole scene becomes still.
But nothing is still for long.
The rocks along the Great Ocean Road carry a quiet kind of history.
Water moves over them, softening everything in its path, while the small barnacles hold on where they can. There is something beautiful in that contrast. The constant movement of the ocean against the stubbornness of stone.
For a brief moment, the water loses its shape and the whole scene becomes still.
But nothing is still for long.
