Creek cuts or road cuts are often an open history book not of recent times but of times long gone. Perhaps millions of years can be read in one spot. This is knowledge I hunger for and spend endless time trying to "read" the geological happenings that created this place, this time.
Above is a creek cut with layers of clay alternating with layers of lime. This could be read as a long time of drought followed by a body of water which caused the lime build up. The time of water was long because of the sediment and the fact water with lime began seeping into the clay or silt stone. Both are considering sedimentary rocks.
Then, Boom! There's a nice shelf of igneous rock bubbling out of the creek floor. Now this is where it gets confusing to me. This could be metamorphic rock because "Metamorphism is the result of solidification of material under high temperature and pressure. There are two types of metamorphism, contact and regional. The difference between the two is simple. Contact will occur in a small area usually as a result of an igneous intrusion. Regional occur in a large area due to intense heat and pressure within the earth." So could it be an igneous intrusion cooling as it is reaching the surface which then makes it a metamorphic stone? Metamorphic stone is made by squashing or heating.
Are you confused yet? I am.
At this point I know I don't know enough unless all I need to know about rocks is the pleasure of collecting and just listening to what they have to say.
I know barely enough to know if it's sedimentary, igneous or metamorphic...sometimes but I surely have fun trying to figure it out because under these main divisions are many, many more.
...and that is your geology lesson for the day.
Knowing there is no simple stone keeps me looking.
a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Of Life
I paint
and it's empty
colorless
from my view
I write
and it's empty
words mean nothing
they only
f
i
l
l
the page
I live
and it's empty
words mean nothing
all is colorless
from my view
Will Death fill the empty?
or will I realize
that
painting
writing
living
was, oh, so much more
than a dream could be?
and it's empty
colorless
from my view
I write
and it's empty
words mean nothing
they only
f
i
l
l
the page
I live
and it's empty
words mean nothing
all is colorless
from my view
Will Death fill the empty?
or will I realize
that
painting
writing
living
was, oh, so much more
than a dream could be?
Turkey Buzzard
Recycling/Reusing Feed Sacks
The sacks hold walnuts
and make great landscape fabric.
They make a great recycling bag for the recycling.
They can be unraveled from their current shape as a sack and be sewn by machine to make a large tarp or wind break. I have seen people cut them into strips and crochet them as rugs. They also make fair insulation in an out building...the insides are white.
Not nearly as wonderful as the cloth sacks much of my childhood clothing and quilts were made with but they still have some interesting purposes.
Waste not, want not.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Finale
Completed (before picture here)
Forge ready to fire
Anvil leveled.
On to the next project. This is an old chicken coop that is holding recyclable things. The two poop trees will be cut, the wire removed from the end and this will be the new home for the welder/generator and maybe another thing or two.
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