This is more hoodoos at Writing on Stone Provincial Park.
The rock formations that hold the carvings are themselves remarkable. Millions of years ago, this was seabed; the sediments hardened into sandstone that eroded into fantastical shapes as the Milk River cut through. Hard capstones protected softer rock below, creating pillars that seem to balance impossibly. The shapes look designed - faces, animals, impossible architecture - though they're purely geological. The Blackfoot saw spirit presence in the formations; European visitors saw curiosities. Both were right. The hoodoos created a landscape strange enough to mark as sacred, protected enough to preserve the carvings for millennia.
I saw faces in the stones everywhere I went. These were two faces together - forever friends!
For the mundane challenge
