karenagare I began last summer.
While the kids are swimming, playing, running along floating logs and climbing the cherry trees at the beach, I am invariably enjoying the rocks. Fondling them, perusing, polishing, collecting, searching, piling, arranging, admiring them wet, watching them dry.
I've long loved Andy Goldsworthy's work as well as the idea of natural ephemeral art. At the same beach years ago the kids and I made a Goldsworthy-inspired twig-and-feather sun. Yesterday I had a great time assembling an underwater rock garden. Then I spent the rest of the time warning everyone not to walk near it or skip rocks towards it. They decided I did not have an attitude appropriate to one engaged in producing ephemeral art and proceeded to get great enjoyment from threatening my garden and laughing at my reactions. Rotten kids. Even Chuck got caught up in the fun. Rotten guy. Nevertheless I managed to keep my circle intact long enough to return with a camera today and take a picture.