In an age of industrialization even humans are turned into machines, cogs in a wheel, only affecting one aspect of a finished product that strives to be uniform. As humans do we not owe it to ourselves to express our thoughts? Perhaps it's the same thought: I love..., I want to attain..., I was... Is it perverse to fully see through a product from beginning to end? To take to make and then to place it on your palm? Walk with me, see with me, wish with me...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
What lies within
Today I find myself back at the show rustling around more rocks. This is the last one I got. Looks like a piece of turd doesn't it?
Here is another view. You can see some bits of crystal along the top right edge.
When I cleave open the rock, here is a garnet in it's heart.
This stone is from Garnet Hill, California. Where I hear near by there is the most beautiful campground. An oldtimer tells me his wife would mix up a pack of jello with water in a container, submerge it in the nearby river and it would be ready by dinner after a day of rockhounding, this he tells me from his wheelchair.
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