I shot these photos in the early spring, hence the small daffodil bloom in the middle photo. Click to enlarge. Coal, bones and a porcelain knob create visual interest in a rock garden. The way the porcelain has eroded reminds me of the yin-yang symbol. Exterior feng-shui?
D I G I T A L P H O T O G R A P H Y — A small piece of bone, coal and what's left of a porcelain knob are arranged on the rocks around a small garden. I like to make small 'sculptures' like this so that when you're looking at the flowers, you'll notice another layer of interest farther down. I like to think of them as tiny, flattened Stonehenges, or other Neolithic remembrances, lol.
There is a lot of that shiny coal whenever I dig. I can only think that the house was heated by coal at one point, and throughout the decades the remains have been scattered here and there all around the yard. I also dig up bone shards, probably from being tossed out to feed the animals at one point, or perhaps even remains of the farm animals themselves. I suspect it's more of the former, as I've never found more than a joint, or an 'osso bucco' bone as I call them.
I'VE GOT A DISH FULL OF LITTLE STONES I'VE COLLECTED HERE AND THERE OVER THE YEARS. ASK ME WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THEM? LOL, I DON'T KNOW. ONE DAY I MAY EVEN GIVE THEM BACK TO MOTHER EARTH. THAT'S WHERE THEY CAME FROM.ONE TIME AS WE WERE DRIVING SOMEWHERE OUT WEST I REALLY DON'T REMEMBER THE STATE MAYBE ARKANSAS, WE WERE ON A LONG COUNTRY ROAD. FOLLOWING ALONG SIDE A CREEK. WE JUST HAPPEN ON TO AN OLD GAS STATION OUT IN NOWHERE. WE NEEDED GAS SO WE STOPPED. GRAMP WAITED FOR THE OLDER MAN TO COME OUT AND PUMP OUR GAS. WHILE DOING SO I WALKED ACROSS THE ROAD AND STOOD THERE LOOKING AT THE FLOWING CREEK. IT WAS SO NEAT BECAUSE IT HAD LOAD OF THESE EGG SHAPED STONES IN IT[BIG AND SMALL] I WAS REALLY ENJOYING WHAT I WAS LOOKING AT WHEN THE OLD GUY YELL OVER TO ME AND ASK ME WHAT I WAS DOING. I TOLD HIM I WAS ADMIRING THE SHAPE OF THOSE STONES IN THE CREEK. HE STOPPED WHAT HE WAS DOING AND CAME OVER AND PICK UP ONE OF THOSE STONES AND HANDED IT TO ME. HE IN FACT CALLED THEM EGG STONES. HE SAID THE SHAPE WAS CAUSE BY THE WAY THEY TUMBLE DOWN THAT OLD CREEK BED FOR YEAR. I STILL HAVE THAT STONE. I MUST REMEMBER TO BRING THE STONE OVER FROM THE OTHER HOUSE BEFORE WE SELL IT. JUST ANOTHER STORY THAT ANYONE ELSE WOULD SAY WHO CARES. WELL GUESS WHAT I DO.
ReplyDeleteSORRY ABOUT TAKING UP SO MUCH OF YOUR BLOG WITH ALL THESE STORIES.
GRANNY
Don't be sorry about anything! First of all blogs have endless space, lol, and second of all I love everything you have to say. I have stones that I collected from a creek in Vermont in 1970 when my family was on vacation_i was about 13. Guess what? I painted them back then. Surprise, surprise! I'll scan them one of these days. One of them faded badly, I think i tried to wash it with bleach once for some reason, but the others are still OK. They were white stones and smooth also from the river. I also have a "pet rock' from back then. It's not a 'real' one that came in a box, but Hoohoo made it for me, putting a leash on in it and everything, hahahaha.
ReplyDeleteI might have to give you some pages in my book, Granny. Your stories are special to me. They're what America is all about, or was all about. I can't imagine any of the plastic-surgery women in my town bringing home a rock from a trip let alone keeping it all those years. Good memories is what life is all about and you have plenty.
I'm going to sign off for tonight and try to cool off. it must be 90 or more still with equal humidity. it's the sticky humidity that gets me.
ReplyDeleteG'Night!