“i was a war bride,” she says. “we were so scared – things were changing so fast – we needed something to hold onto and we knew marriage even if we didn’t know each other.”
“but i wouldn’t do it again. no, i definitely wouldn’t do it again.”
maybe it’s because my daddy worked in a rock quarry,
maybe it’s because i collected rocks as a kid,
maybe it’s because i’m plum nelly crazy.
whatever the reason,
i see stories in stone.
stoneiatures, i call them.
if you’d like to see the context,
the complete photo,
come right this way . . .
(it’s fuzzy ’cause i took it from the passenger’s seat in a truck moving down the highway about 70 mph, moving my son from los angeles to denver.) (and yes, there are more stories here. stay tuned.)