Stone
Apologies to those of you who've seen this one already - I've only just realised that I posted it to my journal instead of the comm.
A few years ago we had a holiday in Carnac, France, which is famous for masses upon masses of standing stones. The stones closest to where we were staying were generally arranged in lines, but some had gone slightly astray. This picture always amuses me, with one stone appearing to be in camoflage and the other having successfully escaped over the fencing!
I was going to use a picture of my desk to illustrate paper - I'm almost drowning in the stuff at the moment - but realised that you could see my scissors (usually kept in the drawer of my desk, otherwise they 'disappear' forever), and also a couple of stones (some fools' gold that I use as a paperweight, and some magnetic stones that are useful for holding little reminders).
A few years ago we had a holiday in Carnac, France, which is famous for masses upon masses of standing stones. The stones closest to where we were staying were generally arranged in lines, but some had gone slightly astray. This picture always amuses me, with one stone appearing to be in camoflage and the other having successfully escaped over the fencing!
I was going to use a picture of my desk to illustrate paper - I'm almost drowning in the stuff at the moment - but realised that you could see my scissors (usually kept in the drawer of my desk, otherwise they 'disappear' forever), and also a couple of stones (some fools' gold that I use as a paperweight, and some magnetic stones that are useful for holding little reminders).
I went to Carnac as a teen - fascinating place.
I loved that part of France - could have spent much longer than two weeks there.
I had to giggle at the stone making a dash for it at the top:-)
That escaping rock makes me smile--it reminds me of when I drive along and spot a neighbor's cow on the wrong side of the fence, happily munching in the ditch. Of course, the neighbor's never as happy about it!
I bet the cow thinks that the grass in the ditch tastes much better than the grass in the field.