ONE CLEVER family along my path got creative with some rocks.
The faces they painted where perfect for the oval/roundish shapes of the stones. All ages were represented. Some had a grin ...
while others looked more prim.
Each wore a fixed expression like a picture frozen in time.
I loved them all ... this rock-solid dynasty spread out by a tree.
I went back a day later and wondered if they survived a downpour.
To my delight the rain made them brighter. The one above was my favorite. Fallen leaves curled up alongside its head like ears.
They looked similar from afar but no two stones were alike when I got near. It was clear that the individual markings, curves, textures and tones nature provided enhanced their differing personalities.
One character looked a bit miffed about the leaf on its brow. Or maybe there was some relationship issues going on with the rest of the gang.
Despite being inanimate objects, each face told a human story, including the pretty (little Geisha?) or masked girl below.
Had there been thousands more stones each would be unique, even if painted by the same hand using the same brush. Whether in art, stones or with the living, diversity is nature's key because as Winnie The Pooh said, “The things that make me different are the things that make me.”