This is one of my favourite locations for "intimate landscapes", although they're often more like moonscapes, with extraordinary shapes formed through weathering of the sedimentary rock here. Victoria's southeastern coastline is more famous for the Twelve Apostles, now a postcard cliché, for better or for worse, and hard to access as visitors' movement are tightly controlled for their safety and for the preservation of this remarkable environment.
However, I can spend many hours at these modest formations, in some sort of contemplative reverie when (and if!) I get into "the zone", that wonderful timeless space where emotional pain fades and the wondrousness of the world lights your soul. Doesn't prevent me coming home with a bunch of c@#p photos, though!
I was struck by the rugged dynamism of these outcrops.
Your balance of emotions via words are amazing, Chris. Was feeling the pain... then guffawed about the crap line. Nancy has saved me from more than one fit of cyber-arson of my crummy stuff.
Your eye for composition is one to be studied... in a good way. :)
Thanks for you kind words, Cathleen. Composition is critical to a good shot. I'm peeved that one of the few Ansel Adams images in our National Gallery is a rare poor composition of his!
I try not to take myself, or life in general, too seriously all the time.