February 7, 2011
The fields near the old rock wall used to be busy with life, but not in more than 70 years. The rocks looked on at the crowd that descended upon them. Were they happy with the intrusion in their solitude? -I think so.
Tipper
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Well Tipper, I’d say this day’s entry ‘really rocks’ for me! But there are places a body does NOT want rocks. The most important place is when you are digging a well! The other place is when you are hoeing corn! But folks may not be able to relate to these examples! But I shor can!
Much obliged,
Eva Nell
I want to build a rock wall here on the farm. Lord knows I have enough rocks!
Anastasia-wow that sounds like an interesting place-makes me wish I could visit one of the villages.
Blind Pig The Acorn
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I always find the moss and lichens (and other life) that make their homes on rocks to be interesting. The lichens in your photo are common at lower-middle elevation in the Smokies, but not so much so at higher elevations.
At higher elevations – like 5000 ft or greater – there are some large, black, leathery-like growths that I’ve heard are edible. I’ve tried them just for a taste, but would have to be pretty doggone hungry to take it beyond that. Maybe they just needed a little salt and pepper??
I have no idea about the edibility of the ones in your photo. Maybe one of your readers will try them out and let us know 😉
I also noticed that an interesting rock found its way into the hip pocket of – I think – Chitter. Their interest in this sort of stuff is really fun to see.
Yep, I’m getting mine with the amp amp amp, today too. I did get the post yesterday, but nowhere to comment. Weird isn’t it.
Love the photo of rocks. There is a feeling of oneness with the earth when you sit or stand by a rock.
There are some rocky villages in Cyprus. Ayios Demetrios is one of them – a remote village. I visited it years ago, quite by chance. There was only a church, a coffee shop, a few houses and those impressive rocks. One of the villagers there said that even God had forgotten them. There were only 68 inhabitants – those who lived in their solitude and enjoyed it and refused to leave those rocks because they were part of them. And they still are, I think.
I recognize the, um, profiles of all 6 people in that photo 🙂
Tipper,
I’m a rock hound too. When I find
an unusual rock, my thoughts drift
upward wondering if they came from
the deep reaches of space long,
long ago. And when I find a rock
wall in a remote area, it makes me
wonder how long its been there and
what were times like back then.
I like your idea on Appalachia
through your camera…Ken
i like rocks almost as much as i like trees, they fight for the favorite spot. these rocks are specail with thier colorful lichen on them
As Tipper knows, and will likely share in more detail later, those rocks you see have a mighty special meaning to my brother, Don, and me. They were in all likelihood put in place by our grandfather, father, or a member of the family. I’ll leave it to Tipper to share the full story underlying the rocks and the trek, because I’m way too close to it to be objective. I’ll simply say that it’s all involved with the passing of mine and Don’s father and celebration of his 101 years on this earth.
Jim Casada
http://www.jimcasadaoutdoors.com
What is it about rocks, and how they seem to draw ya in? Stories to be sure, if they could only talk. There’s nothing that I enjoy more then going on jaunts through the woods and stumbling upon that rocks, that just calls out to me, then I come home and take my treasure out of my pocket. Oh! how glad I am that I stumbled upon. Blind pig and the Acorn.
If rocks and rock walls could talk imagine the stories that they could tell.
I also want to say that I absolutely love the song “Ain’t no Grave”
Whitetail Woods Blog / Deer Hunting and Blackpowder Shooting at it’s best.
You do an excellent job putting pics with your stories. You keep it simple for us and always interesting.I enjoy reading it everyday.
Oooooh, how erie is that picture…so good…
The rock on the top right looks like a small human face..Is she smiling or is she sad…
Frozen in time…a stone face!
Thanks Tipper
Tipper, I’ve always had a thing for rocks. Always. Where ever I went I came home with rocks in my pockets. Rocks always command my attention. They are our quiet sentinels, seeing all and telling none, unless you listen very carefully.
Really nice shot and observation.
This photo definitely makes one think. I feel sad that whatever those rocks used to be, is not now, nor will ever be again.
Don’t mind me. I often opine about things like this. 🙂
Tipper,
Something happened and I got cut off. So, I’ll try again.
Just wanted to say YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY! The photograph is so meaningful -as usual, but the way you personified that rock wall would make even a drunk sailor want to read about on.
Keep on Tipper girl!
Bradley