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2006-09-09 - 10:29 p.m. My best friend and I took rock picking by the river to a whole new level today when we pried a pretty stripy river rock the size of her head out of the mud and lugged it home. And if I hadn't started trying to pry it out I wouldn't have found the prettiest piece of petrified wood that I've found yet. This piece is all grays and whites and soft browns. I can't stop looking at it. I've just developed some sort of eye for petrified wood. I seem to find some every time I go to the river now. And I did tell you that I picked a piece out of a gravel driveway one day? We had a perfect morning by the river. We sat and talked; we walked; we picked up rocks; the kids played in the water; we found a trail leading up the riverbank through the woods that was a stiffish climb that to our astonishment let us up into the town. The woods smelled of autumn cranberries and every now and then a single golden leaf would drift down. I took a whole roll of film. I could grow to like this photography thing.
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