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

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Reflections on consumerism. September 2008,

By far, most of my working career has involved handiwork. I have been called upon or made myself available to take on odd jobs that folks do not have either the skill, tools or patience to take on. Many times I have been asked to come over with my tools and install some sort of household device or product. This provided me with a sense of being needed and useful, certainly a boon to my self esteem. As an added benefit of taking on this type of work, I have been invited into the homes and lives of a rich assortment of humans. While conducting their work projects, I often get the chance to engage in conversation and observe an array of human characteristics and foibles.
I have not taken a statistical analysis, but it seems that many times, when I get to the job, the device I am installing comes in an unopened package. More often than not that package was not of recent purchase. Sometimes it was not even purchased by intent, but was picked up at a yard or garage sale. This means that another person purchased it and perhaps never got around to having someone like me come over and install it. Often its present owner got it on impulse and uses my talents to finally get the item put to use. This points to a pattern of making purchases that perhaps do not reflect true need.
I am more familiar with a pattern of when a need arises, a tree of decisions is made that will lead to that need being met. In this manner most purchases are made deliberately and with need in mind. Along in the flow of decisions, comes its being put to use. That way, a need comes up, a plan to fulfill that need is developed and carried out--done deed. But when a purchase is made without such preplanning, no path to have that purchase utilized is in place. The snag of not having the ability to conduct an installation means the item may never be put into use hence its appearance in garage sales. I surmise that somehow purchases are made without a preplanned need. Apparently some force other than need is making us consume goods. I wonder how much work, I would still have lined up in front of me should folks all of a sudden decide to stop making rash purchases. I do not see our economy grinding to a halt despite the warning that if we do not keep the wheels of industry churning out goods, economic disaster looms.


1 comment:

Karen said...

And here's yet another twist on the tale of need. My disposal stopped working several months ago. My son had one left over from a construction project several years, unused, still in its new box. The new home owners he was working for decided they didn't want it and gave it to my son. Not a rash decision really. They discovered the inadvisability of putting a disposal with a septic tank. It waits in my garage until you can make another trip south to install it. Here's an opportunistic find waiting for a need. And a sister appreciative of your help.

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.