just playing around

with parts to the puzzle, nothing in place yet, nothing tied down...

there could be many ways to go here, things added, subtracted, scrapped, salvaged

salvation, i'm likely to lean that way...

Gibson Island Story Stone

What I brought back from Gibson Island, besides stories of some amazing, beautiful, strong women:
this 2-1/2 lb. chunk of rose quartz.  I would think twice about taking it today.  Back then, it was a tangible symbol of the powerful feminine for me. Today when I picked it up to photograph, it had the same weighty presence, iridescence, soft color, sharp edges. Perhaps even a ghost of the spider egg casings that I found clinging to it 30 years ago.