Welcome to Balanced Rocks: Pictures and Stories

Beginning March 16,2010, I began a journey of balancing rocks. I hold to the practice of setting to balance at least five sculptures a day, sometimes, many more. Of these I take lots of pictures and videos. While conducting this adventure, I have been introduced to an incredible unfolding story. Additionally, I discovered this phenomenon is manifesting worldwide. As I post pictures and stories, I found many others similarly engaged and sharing their works. Additionally, as folks come upon me performing my work, many want to find out how this is done and try themselves. This blog shares this work in both pictures and stories. Enjoy


A seeming impossibility becomes possible

Rock Balancing: The Beginning

On a fine summer day, sometime in August, 2009, I was visiting family in Toronto. Like most folks spending summer in a large city, we used up as much time as we could finding outdoor events that would cool us. One afternoon, we headed to the Beaches section of East Toronto. After spending some time playing in a large sandbox in the shade with my grandkids and some of their newfound companions, we headed to the Boardwalk that extends from Balmy Beach to Kew Gardens. Ella accompanied me, Liam took off with his mom, Natalie. They ventured down the boardwalk, Ella and I headed onto the sand toward the water’s edge. Halfway there we encountered what looked like a small size Stonehenge.

About a dozen sculptures were gathered together in a rough circle. Each was a stack of two or three rocks balanced one on another. The tallest one was slightly taller than Ella, who was small average height for a five year older. All were in the neighborhood of three feet and four feet tall. What immediately jumped out was the precarious nature of the balancing. Most points of contact were miraculously slight. Most seemed to be standing on a point. Two more folks were witnessing this amazing display. We imagined that there must be small metal rods embedded at the point of contact, or else some kind of glue was used. Each of us peered from close low angles to detect what could account for this mystical display. Ella, not being so cautious, toppled one structure over. Luckily, it did not land on her.

I hurried over and picked up the fallen rock. I saw no evidence of a rod or glue. It indeed had been balanced on its pedestal. I lifted it up and tried to place it back where I reckoned it had been balanced. I cautioned Ella, to be careful and not upset any more sculptures and went about the task of finding balance. I was not successful and struggled immensely but did not find the magic spot where stability could be achieved. After a lengthy effort, an attractive Asian woman about my age approached and gently nudged me aside offering to demonstrate her work. She pointed to the spot she would set the stone upon. She called it by a foreign name. To me it looked like a slight dimple.

Placing the small end of the upper rock into that hollow, she deftly and quickly moved it around, slightly twisting and cajoling it into position. The sight of this slender woman with longish graying hair performing an intricate dance with a rock slightly larger than her head emanated calmness. It seemed only the ends of her fingers were used to achieve these small movements. Apparently, equilibrium was close. Shortly she was done and withdrew her palms which naturally assumed an open prayer posture. The rock I had grappled with was majestically resting in its previous stable state. She next went over and reset two other structures, I had not noticed were also amiss. I just took them to be part of the rubble strewn about the beach. Now all the display was standing and providing a small sense of order in our chaotic world.

I never got this woman’s name, but heard her story. She had set this display up for the purpose of taking pictures, one of which she hoped to use for a cover of a book she was publishing. Unfortunately not getting her name makes it difficult to find her book. But I carried away with me the sight of her presentation and the incredible feeling I had witnessed an amazing ethereal event. I also felt an urge to explore this practice.

Rock in the Snow

Rock in the Snow
January in Toronto

Monday, April 7, 2008

I really just want a ride, January, 1975: Ripley, WV

It was around ten o’clock when I was dropped off in Ripley. The folks that took me that far, were headed up into the mountains to visit with some friends. Even though they invited me along, I was anxious to make my way south to warmer weather. I figured to just stay on the road. I got a brief meal at a fast food joint and headed back to the Interstate entry. Above me was the highway and it was unlit. The solitary street lamp was at the bottom of the access ramp. There was not much traffic, so I decided to stay under the light and wait for a ride.
It was not bitter cold, and I had cigarettes, so the wait was not uncomfortable. It seemed like quite some time elapsed before a small pickup stopped. The driver informed me he was only going to the next exit but offered me a ride. I quickly declined, “I really want to get all the way to Charleston, and if not, I would just as soon stay here under a light. But, thanks,” He nodded and pulled away. I resumed watching no traffic pass. In what seemed like 30 minutes, I saw the same small pickup approach the ramp again from a different direction,
The same driver stopped again and offered, “I will take you all the way to Charleston, if you let me give you a blow job.” Again, I declined, “That’s nice, but if that’s what it takes to get me to Charleston, I would rather just stay here.“ He did not respond, but quickly pulled away again heading up the ramp in the direction I was heading. It was getting on onto the night and still no ride. Shortly, I noticed the same pickup coming back down the highway headed toward the exit ramp on the other side. I did not want to decline the next offer.
Feeling and urge to depart quickly, I grabbed my pack and headed straight up the embankment to the highway. And at the top, leapt over the guardrail and landed in the breakdown lane just as a car was hurtling by. I flashed my thumb and the driver applied his brakes and pulled over about a hundred yards down the road. I did my best sprint, got there in record time, and quickly settled into the passenger seat. The driver smiled and announced, “I am only going to Charleston, but I can drop you off in a good spot.” “Thanks a lot, I never thought I would get out of Ripley.” He agreed, “Some folks never do.” It was a pleasant thirty minute drive to the middle of Charleston.

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Blog Archive

About Me, Part One

My photo
Rock Balancing: The Beginning. What began as a journal of my travels took a hiatus when I began to settle in Ithaca NY. In the meantime, I took up the practice of setting rocks to balance. I returned to my blog to begin recording this story

Part, The second

On Easter Sunday Morning, 2008, I made a decision to settle in the Ithaca New York area. At the same time, I decided to continue to post my blog, However, the stories now will come from the archive stored internally. These will be the stories I gathered while on previous journeys and never entrusted to paper. The date of each posting will not reflect the date of the story being related but will mark the date that narrative got inscribed.

Carry wood

Carry wood
33 years later

Part: The third

I took a brief hiatus from my daily blog writing. I did not know the direction it would take. part of me thought I would abandon it. It turns out I missed it. The old title "On the Road Again' is no longer apt. It appears I am settling. The travel stories will age to a point, when I will probably resusitiate them and do something with them. I dusted off some old stories and begin this new series.
Thr first is one was written two years ago. I edited it and begin again a series that is more apropos to someone settling in upper New York State. They are meant to warm, amuse, educate and sometimes inflame.