A Jar Of Rocks
While at my parent's last night, my mother reminded me that she'd offered up their vintage Atlas jar of rocks if I wanted it. Who am I to say no?
Number 1, I love beachcombed rocks. Number 2, I love the vintage Atlas jar. I did tell her though, I might feel a little guilty as the breakthrough from the kitchen to the porch wouldn't be the same. That jar has sat on the counter of the breakthrough for as long as I can remember.
I got over the guilt. We even squeezed in the rock Dad had brought back from the beach yesterday.
Nope. No guilt.
One lone shell, but lots of spotted rocks, and a swirly one.
The jar is just perfect with its blue tint and old weather handle.
I don't know why I'm so obsessed with things found beachcombing, but I am. Hands up if you're obsessed with beachcombing finds or things you have to stick in your pocket when on a walk. The other day on a field walk with the dog, I actually stuck fur in my pocket to show Gar. Deer fur or coyote fur, we couldn't decide which. I didn't save it though.
Back to the jar, in addition to the one lone shell, there was also one lone marble.
I have no idea how that got in there.
Snow Moon
I have to say, I've been pretty impressed with the Snow Moon. I hope you've all gotten a glimpse wherever you are. I was out again this morning at 6:30 in my pajamas trying to get a better shot. Let's suffice it to say, I'm definitely putting a tripod on the 'must have' list.
Before I bid you adieu, I'd just like to thank Alicia over at BelleMaisonEtMoi for being so kind to feature my print yesterday. It made me very happy to be included in the company of some really wonderful artists.
Adieu mon ami,





























