I shall not linger long in describing Pulpit Rock, for I have shared its likeness often enough. And yet, no matter how frequently Joel and I return, the place never greets us the same. Each visit offers a new countenance—sometimes veiled in mist, at other times radiant beneath a stern sun—always reminding us that the sea and sky are tireless artists, forever repainting the canvas of the coast.

Meanwhile, much of my strength is consumed in escorting my mother to her many dental appointments. The weight of such duties presses heavily upon my days, and I find myself yearning once more for a gentler balance between labour and repose. The constant errands, though born of necessity, leave me weary and adrift, as though life’s tide has pulled too far from shore.

The coast itself, however, restores some measure of spirit. Here, the black basalt cliffs rise like ancient fortresses, remnants of fire that once poured from the earth’s heart and solidified against the sea’s unending assault. The waves, fierce and eternal, carve at their edges, chiselling new forms with each passing age. Within these dark ramparts lie stories older than memory—of molten rivers, shifting continents, and oceans that have ceaselessly advanced and withdrawn. To stand before them is to be reminded that the world’s great rhythms continue, indifferent to our small concerns, yet somehow offering solace in their constancy.

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Pulpit Rock Gallery 4

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck

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