found on my walk

At first I thought I was looking at a strange rock . . . . then realized it had wood grains. So I picked it up and continued to walk my dog. A couple blocks later, I found another one. Neither one near any tree.

ink and watercolor wash on Niddigan paper

RE the quote on this page: I often use my journals to record things I hear or read and wish to remember. Recently, I read a biography of Lilias Trotter, a Victorian woman of wealth who had a very promising art career ahead of her . . . . and left it all to pursue her passion of being a missionary to North Africa. Her journals are full of wisdom . . . and amazing sketches!