Line of Least Resistance

A glimmer of blue sky appeared through the heavy dark cloud. I seized the opportunity, and drove to the woods 
Stone, mud, water, trees – here and there, little clusters of frozen snowflakes 
The sound of rushing water from the nearby stream. 

I walked about for a bit, looking at stones, dreaming grandiose ideas of massive stone assemblages… 
And making those sorts of instantaneous calculations, without really thinking about it, that I suppose is second nature to most of us here: 

How much time did I have? Did I really want to carry bags of stones through the woods to a more ideal site? What was my current state of fitness? What was the weather going to do? Could I get a good photo angle? 
And noticing some parked cars in the distance, realising that this was a school holiday week, therefore I was unlikely to be left alone…  

My grandiose ideas grew smaller and smaller in scale. I kicked a few stones around. I fiddled about with a piece of string that I found in my pocket. My nose, hands and feet grew colder and colder. 

Finally, heavy dark clouds gathered overhead and it began to sleet. 
A happy noisy group of young people approached with children and a frisky dog.. 

So I decided to take the line of least resistance 

And went home. 

Two days later, I came back and made this piece:

Line of Least Resistance

About throughstones

I am primarily a visual artist, living on the North Devon coast, a beautiful semi-rural area in South West England. I am interested in full engagement with 'place' and the eternal movement of life - particularly as it relates to what we call 'the natural environment'.
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