I wanted to end the day on a successful painting note. I reverted to rocks. Diane and I hadn't been rock hunting yet (we do this every trip), but her father has a collection at the cabin that I called on.
Lake Superior has the absolute best rocks in the world. (Argue amongst yourselves but I've been all over and I'm holding on to this opinion.) First they are really interesting colors, blues, blacks, reds, grays, pinks. There is so much iron in the earth here; it comes out in the red rocks. The other minerals in the rocks create green gemstones and crystalized pockets and of course the ever elusive agate. Next, they are so smooth. They have been washed and buffed into objects flat or round which lie on the beach and scream "Pick me up!" When you do you can't believe how they feel in your hands. It's a spiritual experience. I am transformed in to "New Age Roz" and become centered and grounded. OK, well maybe not, maybe I'm still "Magpie Roz" and I'm just interested in gathering them up, but they are really beautiful rocks.
While everyone else watched the Tour de France I sat nearby and painted rocks, listening to the sports commentary.
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