27 October 2012

mother nature - the artist

I mentioned here how much I love a pebble, a rock, a stone. I love to feel the surface, to hold them in my hands feeling the knobbles and bobbles, the dips and dents. I love to hold them against my face to press the cold stone against my cheek. I admire their colours, the muted tones that seep from their skin, I wonder what's inside, how they'd look to be smashed open revealing their core, might they sparkle and shine, I want to know, but I dare not smash that perfect exterior.

From this beach.


  1. My kids and I are lovers of rocks among other treasures and these are beauties. Makes me want to go scavenging .

    1. Oh yes, you'll have to do a show and tell over on your blog :)


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