Standing stones is an exercise in completely letting go of the notion that stones can not possibly stand on their own. They can. They just need to dance first. Texture and Color Gazers Sleeping Masses Maine Coast Block Island Coast Block Island Blue Twilight             Form Leaving Home Point of the Story Basking Sailing Block Island Afternoon             Arrowhead Arrowhead Primative Texture Redemption

There lies a stone with a peculiar captivating shape. On the journey – of 20 paces or so – to a mammoth rock hands gauge heft. Intuition guides the muscles as the stone’s pointy end is gently set on the base rock.

Fingertips touch the textured surface and pivot the stone slowly on its longest axis. The ungainly ballerina pirouettes as fingers respond to the ever-shifting weight falling against them. Lost completely in miniscule adjustments to posture, density and dexterity patiently search for balance. Then, in an instant, all sense of weight disappears; the dancing stone is still.

The wind will shift, the sun will lose its heat, the moon may rise, the tides will fall or the stone may simply tire of the attention, and with these changes of subtle forces, it will fall, lie again with its supine kin.