These pieces of quartz have been sitting on this slab of quartz for a couple of years. They all come from the Owens Valley.
The slab comes from the courtyard of an abandoned house along Highway 395. I am not entirely comfortable with having taken it, but I am always concerned that these old places will be bulldozed away and no one will have anything to remember them by.
I remember standing on this slab, looking into the house through the tattered remains of yellow cotton curtains. I could see straight through to the Eastern Sierra Madre mountains on the other side.
Someone slept and ate and probably raised kids there.
On this day, I noticed how little rings have formed around the stones sitting on the slab. These things are part of this place now.
Maybe someday a stranger will carry them away.
1 comment:
oh goody! you're back! this is fascinating. noticed the rings around the stones immediately and wondered if they were there originally and you placed tthe stones accordingly? ...and how strange that they all fit so well. but no...the rings formed to fit the stones!! amazing.
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