And a tiny girl with a lot to carry.
I’m a sucker for a shapely flint too! Still fill my pockets with rocks on every hike 😂 lovely post Rebecca, and gorgeous art ✨❤️
Another delightful post. Love the artwork, the photos and, of course, the writing. I agree with " you want it, you carry it", which I believe should apply in other contexts too. I agree, also, with leaving beach rocks etc on the beach, but I still have a rock that my then girlfriend gave me 48 years ago😀
Beautiful artwork Rebecca and I'm loving the family photos, particularly the one with your bag dangling against the back of your knees - oh to be a child caring so little about such things!
Wonderful story, and the rocks just JUMP from the pages, Rebecca! I wonder what it is about rocks. BGB collected rocks from Lake Superior and stuffed them in her closet of her girlhood bedroom. A box got dragged from there to all the places we lived in during our marriage. Today, I'll use her car for errands, and on the floor will lay creamy quartz-like crystals, big as your fist. They end up in a garden out back, where a trellis holds a clamatys. Girls and rocks....
This book of yours is already a wonderful treasure. Thanks for sharing it with all of us!
1. Lemon squash! Intrigued!
2. Beautiful photos of a beautiful person
3. How the words shine through the rock sketches
Those rock sketches and paintings 😍 Another gorgeous work, both words and images (wee Rebecca!!! 🥰)
Superb from beginning to end. Gorgeous, hardy little Rebecca carrying her burden uncomplainingly, happily even. And I love the art. And the picture of you these days! Such a fun story. Thanks so much.
Beautiful! As we move through our life we learn which heavy things get to come along with us and which ones we need to discard.
I loved rocks when I was a child too, do all kids love rocks? My boys didn't seem to love them the same way I did.
I love how, when you take the time to sketch/paint an object, a scene, a person, a thought, it becomes so easy to carry with you. A sketchbook, a pencil, are lightweight (at least compared with collectible boulders), but they hold so much. Thx for propping yours open for us to enjoy.
This is a beautiful, reflective, intimate series. I'm such a fan.
I love the photos and the artwork and of course, the sentiment, so well conveyed in your writing. What an unusual process for the painting of the stones. During our recent tour of Ireland, my wife picked one little stone from each beach that we visited and they are now displayed on our bookshelves as mementos of our wonderful trip.
Wonderful story Rebecca!
I have picked up a few unique rocks in my time.
Being near the beach, I have collected many different kinds of shells over the years. Unfortunately, a lot of them got thrown out by mistake during my many moves. There were so many unique ones. I wish I still had them. Some were a once-in-a-lifetime find.
Love your artwork.
It's fun to reminisce when you look at the old photos.
Your family knew how to have fun together and to include you as an equal in the expedition. You weren't considered to young or too small to share the weight. How lucky. This was lovely.
I’ve heard that “if you want it, you carry it” in the very same context. My dad, too, is a rock hunter. So he modelled it well, too. There’s a rock from those rambles in the spare room at their house.
Wow, Rebecca, those little stones just leap off the page. That book will be such a treasure. I find your art work day-dreamy -- I can imagine you illustrating a children's nature book. I loved the little girl photos and the view of your dad. He looks so young and handsome. Such a beautiful family to be born into. Lucky girl.
I'm a one more rock kind of person; and one day I may too have to return overdue rocks!