These are things that sit on my desk at work, I picked up on my wanderings
A statue to remind me of times in the bush with my old kelpie dog…. an empty bottle of Tasmanian water…. a stone hut with matchstick roof made by a young European, with a bad stutter, in Queenstown NZ…. a coffee cup from Indonesia…. a telescope from an antique store that was flooded a week after I bought it when the Hunter River flooded Newcastle, NSW…. a piece of The Great Wall of China…. a river stone with Indian writing on it from El Chaltén, Argentina…. a rock with Aust. Aboriginal art on it, from my wife…. a glacial rock from the shore of Lago Grey, Chile…. a piece of granite from Tonga Quarry, Abel Tasman NP, NZ…. an Aust. Aboriginal cutting stone from Westbreak Mountain, near my place…. a crystal Platypus, from my wife…. a bushwalking boot, whittled by an old lady from the north of the north island of New Zealand…. an ashtray from Valpariso, Chile…. a stone frog from my sister…. a name tag, made by the father of the bride, at a bush wedding, 5 hours drive west of Brisbane…. a Thai Buddha, from the floating markets, near Bangkok…. a Mate Gourd and Bombilla for drinking Yerba, from Buenos Aires, Argentina….
Are we what we collect? I watch the new visitors to my office, they usually look at it briefly with a somewhat puzzled look, I imagine they are not interested, too amazed to say anything or too polite to inquire … as they mostly come in because they want something.. 🙂