The rock by the light of the setting moon is white in contrast to the sleeping landscape. It isn't like the rocks in Ryoanji garden that rely on their untouched rock-ness to make their statement. This rock has been wrested from its natural lie in the ground, stood upright, broken a couple of times and then I get to work on it.
As the worked faces emerge they stand in contrast and in compliment to the marks of the seasons that show where the rock was exposed.
I'm getting line and surface and interface. And the gesture of those things is starting to suggest a name.
The moon has set now and the darkness before dawn prevails. I dare not go for a walk until daylight in this place dotted with mine shafts. In fact driving has its risks too - coming back from the bore baths last night I saw a big grey kangaroo by the road. A collision would not be good for either of us!
The first colour of day is showing - time to watch.