All of my life I have had a fascination with rocks and stones (what IS the difference, by the way?). When I travel I usually bring home a rock I have found. There are rocks sitting on my bookshelves that I collected as a child and that have moved with me from place to place since then. I think it probably frustrated my parents that there was often a rock in my suitcase when we packed to come home from a trip! I don't just pick up any rock I see, though. I look for rocks that are unusually colored, patterned, or shaped. This picture was taken in Arizona in the hills behind my dad's house. The green on the rocks is copper. At one time this area was a copper mining area. Several of these rocks came home with me! I put them in my checked luggage so I didn't have to try to explain to security why I was carrying rocks!
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