The popular activity of beachcombing has never attracted me much since I’m not the collector type. I see people walking with their heads bowed, examining the sand at a snail’s pace. I’m not sure what exactly they’re looking for, possibly agates or sand dollars. Blanca and I briskly walk past them with our faces in the wind, and I think to myself what a waste it is to come to such a magnificent place and then stare at the ground. Until one day my glance fell upon a rock that stared back at me! It had two holes for eyes and had a mouth and even a nose! I was so struck that I took the rock home. A few days later I found another rock with a face, and then another. Before I knew it, I was collecting rocks with faces!
I’m not sure how these holes are created in the rocks, but it obviously has something to do with water. Perhaps it takes decades or perhaps centuries. I started to imagine these were the faces of Earth itself, looking back at us, and I started noticing more and more faces everywhere. It’s amazing how much personality you can find in a pebble!