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

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Catching up on me. August 2008: Ithaca, NY

When I began this blog, I used it as a daily journal recording my notes on travels after I left my job in Pennsylvania on February 9. It followed me while I journeyed about in North Atlantic and New England states. It included a brief vacation in Florida and return to Buffalo, Toronto and finally landing in Ithaca on Good Friday morning. On Easter Sunday, I made a decision to suspend my sojourning and test the waters around the Finger Lakes. I felt somewhat of a draw here. I also settled on abandoning my journal and focusing instead on transcribing stories I set out over thirty years ago to gather.
Two matters I carried on my travels and mulled over were coming to separate evaluations about if and when I should cease my travels and whether or not to apply for and begin early retirement. It seems that resolution for both these choices have emerged as I have been going through the process of arriving at a verdict. Without a notion of finding permanent lodgings, on April first, I choose to find a room to live in as a treat to myself. Up till then I had been staying in my vehicle. Obtaining a room required I make a lease arrangement until July 31. I took it.
Without intending to find a permanent job, I took on various small bits of work. These were in the odds and ends category of home and people maintenance. I supplemented this with demonstrations on the art of using cane, cloth tape, artificial or natural rush to weave seats. I filled in more time by volunteering at a local organization that provides free meals. For the past month, I have gleaned several bunches of cattail rush and stocked them up for more seating projects. Savings and dribs and drabs of income supported my lifestyle. From this assortment of projects sprung opportunities to engage deeper. The organization I was volunteering for offered a small part time job. I accepted as a means to keep me regular and provide grounding. Meshed with this, slight pay from tasks of a handiwork nature provide regular income. To supplement that, I applied for and was awarded Social Security early retirement income. It seems I will be able to build a sustainable life style following this present course.
Yesterday, I moved into a new house that required a year long commitment. I begin this year with a notion of following my part-time working lifestyle with a self assigned task to continue writing on a daily basis. If I honor my commitment, I will be staying put for a year. It will be determined whether or not staying put causes any roots to develop or a storm of some sort dislodges me and blows me in some other direction. In the meantime, it looks as if I accepted early retirement and view myself as a writer and artist with a focus on sustaining that life style.


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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.