Rocks. I love rocks. In the corner of Doug's office here at home, evidence of my love of rocks hangs.
The one on the right is something I made out of the rusty shale rocks Ethan and I pulled out of the earth at Taughannock Falls. We thought we found treasure in those rocks. The red was so beautiful against the deep grey.
The photo on the top left is from a cairn Ethan and I stumbled across in Upper Buttermilk. Ethan carefully placed that small stone on the top left with his little four-year-old fingers.
The photo on the bottom left is a snowman's stone heart. I almost always give snowmen hearts when I build them. It's the last thing I do, and it always makes smile.
While here in Ithaca I've collected rocks, photographed them, painted them to leave as secret gifts to people in my community, made things out of them, skipped them, broke them apart to find treasures inside, drilled through them to take their heat for our house in the winter and their cool in the summer, placed them as stepping stones and stood in quiet awe of their strength, their diversity and their beauty. Rocks.
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