Something About Stones…

I watched a lady throw a stone into the river this morning. It was to make her dog swim for it, but of course the small dog had no idea it was a stone that had sunk to the bottom before it had got there.

I have often wondered about stones. How long have they been there? Had that stone she threw always been there? Waiting for someone to pick it up and throw it, or put it to some other use. Stones were there before humans of course, and without scientific testing, their age remains a mystery.

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These are flint pebbles, collected and shaped by hand to be used in the buiding of a barn on a nearby deserted farm. Flint was one of the earliest stones used by humans to make tools. Everything from a scraper to use on animal skins, to weapons of warfare in ancient times. They also used it to strike sparks to make fire. I stood wondering if any of those flints had been used at a time before history was written down, imagining a cave-man trying to crack one open to create a sharp edge.

Here are some stones used in the construction of a Norman chapel in the village of North Elmham. I took this photo wondering if they had been quarried for the purpose, or just picked up from the ground and fashioned into the right shape required. How long had they been there before the stonemasons used them?

A pebble beach at Pevensey Bay, on the south coast of England. This is the actual spot where William The Conqueror landed with his Norman Army, in 1066. I stood on that beach imagining the feet of Norman soldiers touching the same pebbles centuries before, and wondering if they could indeed be the same stones that have endured through time.

This is the sort of thing I think about when I am alone with my camera.

55 thoughts on “Something About Stones…

  1. Hello pete. Okay, this complaining was very interesting. I missed you. I will be sending you an email, so please reply to it okay?? And yeah I just posted the reasons I don’t blog much. I miss writing so much but I think I will have to quit. 😞🥺

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  2. That dog you had told about first, got a place in my heart. What a intelligent dog. Lol
    Your thoughts are wonderful, and philosophical, i think. Yes, we are only guests on this world, and the nature is as mysterious as we will never end in beeing surprised. Michael

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  3. We recently visited the Tatra mountains and stopped at a river to have a break. Scattered with round white granite boulders I found myself considering the journey they had taken and what the original shape must have been. We collected a small collection of other rocks, the girls finding some heart shaped, whilst I found what looked like the end of a femur, which I considered would be a good grinding tool should I find a stone bowl 🙂 Also a few flat stones that will be good for sharpening tools, such as my scythe. I had to laugh as Malina found one shaped as a remote control, and then another shaped as a mobile phone, which she painted when we returned home. Times change 🙂

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  4. How about those stones that are the perfect shape for skipping? My guess is they get tossed more than any other type.

    One of the librarians at our local university has a project where she and some students paint rocks in vibrant colors with positive messages on them. These are left scattered around campus for students to find. Perhaps this is not uncommon, but it seems like a great idea.

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    1. The painted stones were a big thing around here last year. They were placed under tress, or just left under benches. I think some people must have collected them, as they are all gone now.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Yes indeed, Don. The huge stone sculptures also interest me. (Like the ones on Easter Island) A man looks at a chunk of rock, takes a hammer and chisel, and creates a masterpiece that lasts for thousands of years.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. I have always been fascinated by stones. When I went to Rome, I was walking on stones in The Forum that had possibly been walked on by Julius Caesar. And in the Coliseum, I walked on stone seats that had been sat upon by people watching the gladiatorical combats. There is indeed something eternal about that feeling.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  5. Great pictures, Pete. I recently visited a beach rI used to go to often and found the pebbles had all disappeared leaving a sandy bay. I wonder if they will come again one day or if more of the beach will become sand. And where did they go?

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  6. (1) “…the small dog had no idea it was a stone that had sunk to the bottom before it had got there.” I’m trying to figure out how a stone could sink to the bottom of the river before it gets there. Some kind of time warp at play, I presume.
    (2) Fred and Wilma made flint stones famous.
    (3) When those Norman soldiers touched Pebbles, would it surprise you to learn that Fred clobbered them with a brontosaurus bone?

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  7. While times like these tend to make us appreciate those parts of nature that we perceive as having beauty or wonder.. perhaps it’s humans themselves that are the greatest wonderment of all. We can wonder a bout the existence of a common stone and what conditions that existed throughout the millennia to form it and affect it’s appearance.. and end up being tossed into a pond by a living thing. We can also wonder about the first human to use a common rock as a tool. In that moment in time it was their hi-tech. Of course, like most things discovered by man, it had peaceful uses and not-so-peaceful uses.
    I recall seeing Kubrick’s film, “2001: A Space Odyssey” in the theater back in 1968. There was a scene where a number of ape-like humanoids, an ancestral period of human evolution, where a few of them were lingering about a pile of bones, a couple just tossing and kicking them mindlessly around. One sitting “ape” picks up what appears to be a leg bone, with the bulbous joint on the end. At this point you are hearing the initial horns of the fanfare music, “Also Spracht Zarathustra”, made famous by this film. As the music increases the ape is mildly playing with the bone.. begins to playfully smack it around.. the music in the background building along the way. Then the creature begins to take larger swings of his bone, seeing that the other bones are being smashed/crushed with his swings as his dumbfounded companions watch. Ultimately as the music reaches it’s climactic crescendo the human ancestor is screaming and swinging the bone violently, smashing the pile of bones and seemingly giving the viewing audience the idea that this early ancestor of man reached an awareness of using a tool. This realization and the climax of the music theme sent the movie theater into loud cheers.

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  8. Norfolk is bonkers for flint, I remember a school trip to see Grimes Graves which were fascinating. When my Aunty jean came to visit us (she was a Yorshire lady) on driving her around she used to shout out “ooh look another QOFTC” ~ quaint old flint towered church. Fond memories 🙂 nice pics Pete.

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  9. Wonderful pictures Pete, and some great things to think about. I was especially interested in the pebble beach because of the historical significance. As you know I’m a history buff, and it’s so impressive to think about what must have happened during those times. Great stuff! Thanks for sharing!😀

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    1. Yes indeed. Though mud bricks were used widely in the past, before more modern technology gave us real brick-making. And the Romans used an early form of concrete.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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