Wednesday, November 30, 2005
The joys of granite
I've been thinking about stone today - a little, anyway. Granite may not be a compelling argument for Intelligent Design, but it is an argument for Tasteful Design. What an excellent rock. Sufficient variety within it to hold the interest for a long time, but not overdecorated. Southeastern Michigan, where I grew up, is mostly glacial sand and gravel. Had I been raised in more igneous surroundings, granite might not seem so amazing to me. 
I built a little elevated section of walk in back of our house this summer, using in one place an abandoned piece of granite curbstone I salvaged from the weeds in back of our office parking lot. It's your basic gray stone, until you look at it up close and then it's silver, white, black and even a little brown. But what I was really thinking about was the granite I saw in Cornwall, which has big crystals of feldspar that align in ways that look like schools of quick silvery fish in a pink ocean. (I have got to get a better camera.)
I built a little elevated section of walk in back of our house this summer, using in one place an abandoned piece of granite curbstone I salvaged from the weeds in back of our office parking lot. It's your basic gray stone, until you look at it up close and then it's silver, white, black and even a little brown. But what I was really thinking about was the granite I saw in Cornwall, which has big crystals of feldspar that align in ways that look like schools of quick silvery fish in a pink ocean. (I have got to get a better camera.)
