I have always loved rocks – not gemstones, just rocks. I took geology in college so I know the basics, but my love of rocks is more esoteric and artistic than scientific. On walks, I collect what catches my eye, for color, shape or imagined story.
We live on a slope of soil over glacial till – an endless supply of rocks. More rocks surface each year through erosion, gentle flow or slump. I’m a subtle collector - a rock or two a month, but I wind up with rock piles over time. I made myself an Easter basket today - rocks over moss:
Why do I do this? It’s one of those harmless “you-like-what-you-like” behaviors – analysis may diminish the experience. But here are the keyword themes motivating my rock love: beauty, creation, endurance, eternity, stillness.
To spare you from boredom, future rock blogging will always have the word “rock” in the title. Even I’m often surprised at how easily I can be entertained.
Have you ever heard of the rock gardens of china and japan. The same principle.
love it. beautiful picture.
Hi Trish,
And here I always thought that rolling stones gathered no moss. It turns out the moss is doing the gathering.
Hey, if some folks can collect string, why not something that lasts a wee bit longer and looks a lot prettier too.
BTW, I keep my special blood-red rock in small bag with a few other special treasures, like a bird feather, military dog-tags, etc. Shhh… don’t tell anyone.
Nice blog… Nice collection…
~jeff.