Playing with Rocks
April 22nd, 2008
I sat thinking this evening about strange obsessions, autistic tendencies. And I realize i have one: if there is a pile of interesting rocks, especially along river or water banks, I have to sit down and spend time quietly examining them. Making piles. Sorting. Finding the truly special ones. We have a collection of rocks we’ve brought back from around the world. White marble from France. Mica (muscovite) from South Dakota. Half a thunderegg from the Steens.
I think I want to be a rockhound. I just don’t know where to start.
Even during our honeymoon, I, distracted by rocks in Canada.
April 23rd, 2008 at 12:22 am
Was in Death Valley a few weeks ago camping near Hole-in-the-Wall. I sat down and within arm’s length I easily found a dozen rocks that I couldn’t live without. Really bizarre formations. Of course, you can’t remove rocks from Death Valley…
So I set up a rock garden so I could enjoy them while I was there.
That’s where I’d start.
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