rockin'...

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yup... i've turned to rocks - but not just any rocks... look at this one... isn't it the coolest ever? lots of color - the different veins in it - the size... all equate to character - i realize rocks basically just sit on the ground, however - i still believe they can have character...

which makes me wonder... how do rocks get where they get anyway? like this one... it's rather large - about the size of two of my hands and it appears to have been around for awhile. i found it out on a stroll - in a yard and grabbed the shot... i imagine it was moved from somewhere since it's not a pebble. but was it broken off a bigger boulder... did it fall from the sky... did someone find it some place and bring it from there? it does make one ponder a bit, doesn't it?

all over a rock - i find them fascinating... there are so many of them around - telling their own stories via markings and age - it's a whole world waiting to communicate to whomever will listen... what do you hear when you pick up a rock - or kick one around with the tip of your shoe? we think rocks are simple... ordinary... forgetable... yet, i reckon the story they can tell will make for...

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happy day.....