Marble-ous even. As a pre- high school kid, I used to collect rare stones. Minerals. Semi-precious gems and the like. Not for lack of interest in the quite completely precious variety but out of...realism. There were not many precious stones to be found on your regular walk.
One of the more common and still...quite addictive materials to touch and use in your play...or sculptures, or other masterpieces, architectural for example...whichever comes first...was...is...marble.
I stumbled upon a "mother load" a few weeks back and then I thought of my old hobby.
Fortunately, now that I am into photography, the pure physical state of any material thing to me is the Photographed State and I do not need to drag bags of stones home from each trip my parents or grandparents take me to.
Oh, wait, those times are over, anyway. Or...are they?
Although...ask my wife, I still do drag some stones home from holidays. I spend long minutes on the beach (now it's come down to long minutes, eh?) looking for pebbles that would fit my new collection nicely.
I still have loads of the stones that I drag from one home to another, one rented apartment to another, one town to another...I am just not willing to part with them. I wouldn't have gathered them in the first place, were i not planning to someday do a marvelous marble-ous masterpiece with those.
Marble is old love. It's marvelous in sculptures, indeed, in fountains, etc. But I also liked it in building material pieces...or left-overs around building sites that I would loot while on a vacation in a nice mountain town...with lots of marble used in its sidewalks around the great boulevard, in its fences, everywhere! Well, almost.
Once back home, I would use it at our small sandbox to build "sewers" for my plastic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to inhabit. Year after year.
They looked grateful and happy and that was all that mattered!
Marbles to you all!
Yours,
Manol