Rock Painting

Last month, I talked about our annual family winter cabin adventure. One of the things I forgot to mention is that we painted rocks. A while back, in my walks at a local park, I began seeing painted rocks in various places. I spoke with a nice lady who’d been searching out rocks. She said there’s a whole movement to paint and hide rocks. Like geocaching, but without the posting of finds. In fact, Tacoma even has a Facebook page dedicated to painting rocks

So I bought some paints and my daughter and I painted a few rocks when we were at their house for a visit. She, then, brought a whole bunch of rocks to our winter cabin. Almost everyone painted at least one rock.

We talked as we painted.  Worried over grandkids spilling paint. Reached over each other for a certain color. And laughed and cheered at our creations. I am bummed I didn’t take pictures of everyone’s rocks there. We have some talented painters. And some innovative and imaginative grandchildren.

But I do have pictures of what I painted. I’m not Renoir, and these feel like clumsy attempts at art, but they make me smile. The one with blades of grass and round flowers in the upper corner was done by one of my granddaughters. The rest are mine.

Basic, I know. But I rarely indulge in free-form art, so this was a huge step for me. 🙂 The rock I’m most proud of is one I solicited my college-age granddaughter’s guidance on. I wanted a water-scape. She suggested finding a watercolor picture online as a guide, then she told me in what order to paint things.

Turned out pretty good, I think, for a two-inch tall rock. 🙂 I’m pretty happy with it. And while I’ll probably drop the other ones off different places to give someone a smile, this one will stay on my desk and be my reminder of the joys in my life.

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