Another Stoney Evening...

has me by the short hairs, and it's yankin'. I know it's seeming like I've abandoned the rocks, but it's not true. The thing is that it's springtime in Atlanta, and that's a glorious thing. I've been indulging in various pasttimes that the gorgeous weather cries for--golf, tennis, biking, and various other enterprises al fresco. In addition, the garden stacks have exhibited remarkable resilience to the elements, and have needed no rebuilding. So please forgive the lapse in posting.
Below is a stack I did at the home of the girl I've been spending a lot of time with. When I finished it, she was disappointed that it wasn't more prominently featured in the landscaping, but I had to tell her of the dangers inherent in the craft, that is, falling stones can destroy cats, dogs, children, and landscaping. I call it Siegelstone, as her name is Susan Siegel.

The Siegelstone. This baby goes about seven feet high, my tallest to date. It has bigger stones than I usually work with, as well. The top stone is from Sope Creek in Marietta. When I pulled it out of my trunk, Susan said, "What, you just carry rocks around with you?", like it was a weird thing to do or something.

And another view.

This is the lamp that Dave made for me. Extremely cool but rather cumbersome to move around within a decorating scheme. I just mean it's heavy, really heavy.