I used to pick up bags full of stones every time I went to the beach, and pile them in bowls and jars around my room. Then I moved three times in a year and took a big bag of stones BACK to the beach, determined not to keep carting them around. They’re heavy. Of course I still have plenty of stones of all different kinds, but these days I limit myself to a few lovely specimens and leave the rest on the beach.
Of course now that I’m leaving most of them on the beach, I feel more compelled to take pictures of interesting specimens, like the one above. What do you suppose made that circle? Was this part of something that had some kind of bolt in it or something? Is it a Frankenstone?
I’m most fascinated by the ones that have obviously be through something. Scarred, full of holes, or worn perfectly smooth . . . obviously altered by encounters with other objects under water.
And, of course, I’m fascinated by color variations. The stone above was particularly interesting to me. Wonderful colors in the craters.
Not a stone–or a stick, really–but I thought the contrasting colors on the piece of wood were fun. I especially like that orange against all the brown and beige.
I’ve got some new stitched and buttony things to show you all next time, so stay tuned!