every summer the beach we walk and comb offers something a little different. if you are observant and come back to the same place once a year, you may notice this, too. washed up along the cold wet sandy border of our big lake we have found among the stones and pebbles an abundance of birch bark one season, tiny broken shells the next, and oddly, last year, tiparillo tips everywhere we looked. but 2011 happened to be a very good year for face rocks.
and fossils...
tiny frosted jewels of beach glass,
and my favorite; alabaster. both smooth and rough. i may attempt to carve some of the larger stones... more research is necessary.
happy weekend everyone!
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