Do you know about rock tumblers? They’re drums that turn and turn, patiently polishing rocks in a slurry of water and grit. Put in some Petoskey stones and the right combination of water and grit, start it running, and go about your business. Eventually you open it up, rinse off the contents, and admire your polished stones. There is, of course, a good deal more to it than that, which is why the infernal machines turn up at garage sales about as often as home treadmills, but that’s another post entirely.
It strikes me that something similar goes on in my mind. I’m out and about finding unimaginable treasures, stowing them away in my pockets, dumping them into the metaphorical tumbler. The tumbler turns, the treasures grind against each other, things . . . develop. Sometimes shiny new ideas emerge. There is, of course, a good deal more to it than that, and sometimes when I open it up, rinse it all off and examine it, I “look around and there is nothing everywhere.”
That is a line from a song by Les Dalgleish, and it is just one of the things tumbling around in my mind this week, along with the fragrance of sweetgrass and the taste of maple syrup on frybread, the sound of steam engines and a storm on Lake Michigan, images of fat oil sticks and delicate strokes with pastels, the metronomic click of a Nikon, a place named Clover and a woman filled with deadly pearls. Eventually I will tell you all about:
- Visiting Greensky Hill with Judy Johnson
- Listening to Patrick Harrison and Les Dalgleish at Sketch Live Music at Seed Studio
- Reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot
But not today. It’s all still tumbling around. Here is just a glimpse into the moving mulch pile—my beach glass collection standing in for all the rest.
I’m not the only one around here who has a collection like that. Take a look at Matt and Lisa Claflin’s Beach Glass puzzle.
P.j. grath
September 22, 2011
Gerry, I am so glad you were referring rock tumblers and not (as I feared for a moment) clothes dryers! Your beach glass is wonderful. I have a book on Lake Superior stones that calls beach glass “fairy tears.” Have you ever heard it called that? I hadn’t. I want a rock tumbler, though, to see if what I fondly take to be agates really are.
Gerry
September 22, 2011
Pretty much the same feeling inside my whirling brain. I’m glad you liked the beach glass. I’m quite attached to it. Never heard it called fairy tears before. If I still had my rock tumbler I’d give it to you. I already gave it to my friend Lee, who thought he’d use it a lot, just the way I thought I’d use it a lot . . . Somewhere around here I have a metal band-aid box full of what I fondly take to be agates. Maybe I should call Lee and offer to take the infernal machine off his hands. We could set it up at Dog Ears. I’ll bet people would come in to tumble their rock collections and stay to buy books. Maybe not.
Joss
September 23, 2011
When my sister set up her online jewellery business I remember her being very scathing about items that were sold as sea glass but were actually just out of a tumbler. I have a nice collection of the real thing, however, like all the tumblers out there, it has been sitting around in a box for years. It’s pretty stuff and was gathered from a beach in Somerset early one Saturday morning about ten years ago, while there was no one around, and before a full English breakfast in the Cliffs Cafe. I should ask my sister to make it into something for me.
Gerry
September 23, 2011
Well yes, you should. At the very least you could put it in water in a glass jar with a top. Makes an excellent toy.
Tumblers have their uses. A person can polish agates and Petoskey stones by hand, but . . . mostly a person won’t. It crosses my mind that it might be interesting to have a giant tumbler at the recycling center. Tumbled glass pellets could be useful for all sorts of applications. Hmmmm.
isathreadsoflife
September 23, 2011
I had never heard of rock tumblers and beach glass are quite rare here. This is why I have spent a long and happy time watching the beauty of your vidéo, its magic. Again and again I watched the blending of colours, shapes, textures, bubbles… Very artistic. Thank you Gerry.
Gerry
September 23, 2011
I am so glad that you enjoyed it, Isa – I can be entertained for quite awhile with a jar of water and something pretty inside it. I am afraid to try scuba-diving for fear that I’d never want to come out of the water.
Gail McPherson
September 23, 2011
Am I to assume that beach glass are pieces of glass that have been tumbled in the waters and made smooth. That has always been my thought. And I enjoyed your beautiful pictures too. You write so beautifully. You need to concentrate on that book of yours. I can’t wait to read it.
Gerry
September 24, 2011
Yes, real beach glass is glass that has tumbled about in the waves, knocking around with the stones and the pebbles and the sand. The sharp edges are sanded smooth, and the finish turns sort of frosted. I’m glad you liked the pictures.
Boy, I’ll tell you, I can’t wait to read the darned book either. Back to work.
Robin
September 25, 2011
Beautiful beach glass collection. I have a (very) small collection of sea glass, but I’ve come late to the party and only started collecting it about two years ago.
Wonderful metaphor. You’ve reminded me that there is a rock tumbler somewhere in our storage room. I wonder if it still works…?
Gerry
September 25, 2011
Betcha find it right over there behind the treadmill.
Robin
September 25, 2011
lol, Gerry! I actually use the treadmill on an almost daily basis. It’s probably behind the Nordic Track. 😉