I've been stuck in Corsica, France, the last few posts. These rocks defined the end of the small beach near which our hotel was located. I was up early (as usual) and found that the soft contours, eroded by millions of years of weather and sea action, seemed kind of sensuous. I also like the sheen that the night rain had given the rocks. And finally, the cool highlights from the soft, ambient morning light are what I really like about these rocks.