"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrowmindedness." – Mark Twain
and if a crow was sitting on the tip top of it, then it would be perfect.
To give you an idea, my head only came up to about stone number 9... those were big rocks.The southern California beach of Pt. Magu sported a lovely sunset - it made me homesick for times long ago on the beach - it was really fabulous to experience it once again after so many years (try 1974...) Other than a stupid cut on my right index finger with a Swiss Army knife which for some reason just closed on my finger whilst I was shucking fresh oysters *yes, my weakness* - all else was superb. (no stitches on the index finger *band aids work okay* since I have run out of insurance, but hey, do guys find scars attractive?)
Great stack, Terry!
That is one beautiful monument captured in beautiful light, as fragile as we are.Hope index finger is growing together now!
And what is the cairn telling me...where is it pointing me to or causing me to remember...in the surface of each stone I see the reflected face of the one who placed it.
*sigh* I'd love to be out there. Another one of your gorgeous photos. (you seem to have a probem with blades--take care!)
i love that!..makes me wish i was there..
You can be my oyster shucker any time....But, I think I'd have to make you wear a cut glove, or I'd be too nervous.And, yes, scars are hot.Way hot.Of course, this is coming from someone who has a few...so I'm biased.=PStone 9? Those rocks look like little itty bitty things in that pic! How strange!! Optical illusionist, you.Neosporin, Neosporin, Neosporin.
That cairn may be there when the rest of California has crumbled back to sand.
Crow - The actual building of the cairn was done by my daughter's boyfriend Kevin, who is something of a master builder :) I merely snapped the result, as it was so cool.Ariel the Thief - The sunset was glorious and as a backdrop I could not resist its capture. Finger is much better after one whole week since its splitation (ha ha I think I just made up a word). I didn't think it would actually begin to grow back together until today...No more knives for me.Mark - It must be pointing you in the direction of a moment of enjoyment - a pleasurable pause to drink in the beauty of the earth's wonder. At least that is what it told me.Actonbell - Yes *hangs head in shame and chagrin* I am a menace when holding a blade (or dropping it like last time) Whatever - I shall take a lesson this time.Yellowdog Granny - Makes me wish I was there too. The beach is the best place to be.Strumpet - Ha ha ha - I'll be your huckleberry ... ;) Actually I have a perfect oyster shucker - it isn't sharp, and I learned how to use it from a professional oyster shucker. Only problem was, I left it home. So I improvised - let's not talk about it any more. Arnica.
Doug - What a quaint idea. We almost called you to help us build it.
Cool picture. With my luck, one of the rocks would fall on my toes and break a few.
Beautiful, but precarious looking.I'm surprised by what you say about the scale.
that's an impressive balancing trick!
I´m always collecting some smooth, round, sun heated, black stones at the beach of Vík. I cann´t resist them!
Wonderful sculpture. That is quite the balancing act.I cut a gash on my left intex finger while cutting Icelandic lamb meat from the bone. I washed it well and put a band aid on it. This was just before I left for Iceland and Denmark. There is a rather nasty scar now, I am thinking about using a scar cream on it.
That is a great cairn. They build them in the creeks in upstate PA. I am building one in my backyard.
Beautiful pictureYes I got your e-mail and am working on a response to it but I am old and slow.
Terry, I haven't been on for awhile and I love all your posts and pictures. The rock monument is beautiful in the sunset. I sho with I could have joined everyone. :) I love that picture of all those horns on the wall in Iceland on a previous post. I am a little biased when it comes to horns. :)
That is such an amazing picture. I would love to be in that water right now and then dry off with a nice roaring fire, glass of vino, some good bread and cheese staring at my little pile of rocks....Way cool Terry...hope all is well.xo
Reminds me of Jenga. Except with rocks. Renga?
STOP AT MY PLACE....I HAVE AN AWARD FOR YOU!XO
wonderful image Terry!Keshi.
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