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

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Something about the weather, January 1975:Knoxville, TN

Carl picked me up at the intersection of Interstates 77 and 81. He was headed to Nashville and I was hoping to get to Florida. He informed me that on his route, Interstate 81 would merge with and later become Interstate 40. If I stayed with him until Knoxville he could let me off at Interstate 75 which headed due south toward Florida. That sounded good to me and we spent the next few hours together. For the bulk of our journey I was treated to Carl’s story.
He spent his working career with the US Meteorological Service and spent periods of time at weather stations in various parts of the country and abroad, His current assignment was in Washington DC. His favorite station had been in an isolated part of Alaska. He exclaimed about the immense natural beauty of our most northern state. Since returning from there he was assigned as part of a team that gathered the reams of data collected from round the world and going back over 100 years. His organization stored this data on their new computer network. Here they could collate, sort and make an accessible data base. Their intent was to create a computer model which could access this data and hopefully offer a reliable weather prediction system.
Along with the interesting sidebars he related concerning the adventures he had as he traveled gathering climate statistics, was his take on the progress of their weather projection venture. He hinted on a diabolical infiltration into their scheme. As he tells it, it seemed that once all their information was settled into its computer model a sea change occurred that rendered their model completely off base and unreliable. It seemed their high tech model was not as good at predicting weather than old wives tales and farmer’s simple methods. At this juncture, they were trying to decide whether their data was corrupt or their modeling procedure needed tweaking. Another option would be to scrap the whole project and head in a different direction. I was quite impressed with this story and baffled by its implications of fallibilities of the Beast.
Since weather predictions were still being issued, I asked, “Bering in mind what you tell me, how is it that your group still issues weather forecasts?” His answer was forthright and telling, “ We still issue forecasts, since we cannot admit we do not know what were talking about. And we will keep on doing this until we either figure out a working solution or give up. But do not expect the National Weather Service to collapse. We will continue acting as if we know what the weather is all about.” It was right at noon when he let me out at the juncture that would head me to I -75 South towards Florida. In parting, he did not have tell me that the sun was bright and high in the sky, the sky was clear and it looked to be a fine day.

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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.