Basaltic Tempest
The Earth, in one of its most basic forms. Long cooled molten rock from deep inside the planet sits exposed to the surface. Walking through this landscape and its dead silence, it is not difficult to imagine being the first to tread on an alien surface. It is odd that such scenes appear so otherworldly, when in fact they are a more intimate look at our own.
The volcanic basalt, having been broken, disrupted, launched, lifted, and fractured by shifting Earth over geological timescales, are not very unlike waves crashing in an angry sea frozen in time. The rock, kissed with ice on its windward side from freezing fog, takes on the form of a violent wave as if whipped by wind and rain.
