I seem to have a compulsion to combine knit and stones. It’s to do with the hard and the soft, the cold and the warmth, the public and private, the weathering of both, and the letting go. Here are some of the ones I’ve left around the world – many of them in cemeteries – I like the respectfulness and calm. And most of them are red because that seems to be most affected by the light and the rain. And I like that they might be found much later, unidentified and bedraggled. And someone might wonder how they got there.
Pevensey Bay
The Virtuous Well in Wales
Parisian Cemetery
Abney Park Cemetery in London
Cemetery Junction, weathered over the years but still not eaten by the deer, although several others have been nibbled.
And I found thousands of examples in Japan – knitted bonnets and fabric aprons:
and left a contribution
And this is Robyn Love’s ‘It’ s cold outside’ – cozy for Richard Noseworthy, died 1965, Newfoundland.
Kari Steihaug’s boulder, I think in Norway. [Photo by Gunnar Klingvall]
Beautiful post. That’s very different to bringing souvenirs home from your travels too – how lovely.
pure poetry! and i’m also the lucky owner of one stoned love from pevensey bay