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Sunbathing Lizard   Leave a comment

A sunny afternoon is the perfect time for this little lizard to catch some rays.

Sunshine Lizard

I spy a lizard!

Shy lizard

After only a few photographs, Mr. Lizard tires with all the attention. He retreats to his rock house.

Hidden Lizard

Enjoy your day!

Flagstone Flooring: Rock Fun   5 comments

Yesterday we began laying a flagstone floor for a client on her new screened in porch and small greenhouse.

With the two of us we in two days time and only ten hours are almost complete. I love stone work.

Enjoy your day!

Metal & Rock Play on a Friday   Leave a comment

Here are a few fun Friday photos.  


I found this old bit of chain near our house.  




The dwarf Japanese maple and rock cairn pose for a sunny pic.






   Enjoy your day!



Rock Zen: The Path   5 comments

The entrance to our home was lacking in “curb appeal”.     I decide to lay a rock path.  A friend coaxed me to use concrete in the beginning of the project. Soon I realize that it does not work for me and break it all up for a fresh start.

After comparing the rocks without the mix of concrete for the walk way, it is my pleasure to bust the rocks free from the concrete restraint.

It was a good deal of work but well worth the effort.

  Here are a few views from the front door.



Go outside and expand your mind and work your muscles. Enjoy your day!

Off the beaten path:Sprewell Bluff State Park   2 comments

If you live in Central Georgia area, I hope Sprewell Bluff State Park is on your list of weekend adventures. 

We moved to middle Georgia in late 2003. Since spring of 2004, we have made the trek well over twenty times to the park. The mere five dollar parking  is no skin off my nose. The scenery along the route is worthy enough for a Sunday drive with the family.    On the way to the river and park, peach orchards grow for miles. The next photo is the machine that removes offending peach trees, whether from storm damage or disease, this will uproot a peach tree without hesitation.

Small towns like Yatesville, Georgia offer great photo opportunities and friendly waves from the locals is a given.

Many history lessons exist only a few feet away from the path of black top that take you to the park.


The next pic I shot in Thomaston is in sharp contrast to the earlier pictures.    So once we are through Thomaston, Georgia, the State park is but a few miles up the road.

I am excited about every time we make a trip to the Flint River. Y’all know my fascination of rocks. The Flint flowth over in rocks much to my childish delight!

I have the five dollars ready to deposit into the self-pay station. We are barely parked and I am in the river.

 The look on my face shows the seriousness of my fun time.

   After three hours of playing with rocks in the river, I still was hesitant to leave.  



      We spend three or four hours playing by the water. On the way home we play with the camera and snap pics in old structures with random images that caught my eye.


  I have to add a goofy pic or two.


Art rock solid   7 comments

I love all rocks. Rocks are one of nature’s greatest gifts.

As a youngster growing up on a small family farm, one of my chores before the planting season started was to help gather stray rocks freshly unearthed by the horse and plow. The rocks were not welcomed in the family fields.  Rocks pose many dangers for farming tools. A broken plow blade is the worst. I took my job seriously because a poor family like ours did not have the means to replace any of our hard-earned farming implements.

Being the oldest of four, I was also expected to supervise my younger siblings. The two youngest carried small buckets for the ‘baby’ rocks. I would pull a cobbled together wooden wagon while my other sister added the larger rocks in the cart. When we all filled our designated rock containers, we simply dumped the rocks in piles along the outside perimeter of the field.

Even though it was not yet summer, we kids tired after several hours of toting rocks. Mom would carry the water bucket and dipper up to us from our spring house to quench our thirst.  With the water depleted, we got back to the task of de-rocking the new field for our tobacco crop.  I started to really take notice of  the rocks shape, weight and size. I began to appreciate the uniqueness of each rock.

By lunch time, all rocks we collected from the ground seemed to outline the top edge of what was to be the new tobacco field. As I sat and ate my PB&J and apple, I had an idea of how to use the unwanted field rocks for a useful yet fun project. In years past, the collected rock piles remained mostly in the random piles running along the top and the bottom of any new farming space.

I decided to keep this thought to myself until all the work of removing the offending rocks was complete. With three six-hour days and eight small hands, the tobacco field was rock free and ready for cultivation. Our parents would double-check the entire section of land for any hidden or overlooked rocks. After they had completed their inspection, I decided to share my idea.

I saw the rocks as puzzle pieces just waiting for me to fit them into place. I realized that my parents only concern was no rocks got near the plow. So began my passion for using rocks to accent my life. I sorted the rocks by size, shape and texture. My young imagination was brimming with ideas for the rocks to be seen as I saw them.

Small cairns began to pop-up all over the farm. I soon recognized the usefulness of stone. For a Mother’s Day gift, I used stacked field rocks to form a round flower bed. Before long, not a single stone was left from our three days of work.

At almost 36, I am still collecting rocks and creating my style of rock art around my home and for friends who admire my work. I imagine my love of rock art to continue expanding. Go out and rock it up! Read the rest of this entry »

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