Another Stoney Evening...

So I rebuilt this one. It's as high as my neck. I love the second rock down. When this one falls I have to find wonderful uses for that stone. I call it the bird stone. I haven't started naming individual stacks like guru Dave does, because they are all so fleeting due to the wind, the birds, gravity, and my limited rock supply. If I named them all it would take more time to create names than stacks. Once again, I envy those stackers with an umlimited supply of stones. This one isn't as graceful as the first couple, but it seems tougher. We'll see how it weathers the storms of elements that conspire against my craft.