as i look at my collection of lake superior beach rocks above, i wonder what it is about collecting that is so satisfying. i collect rocks. and feathers. and eggs. and seed pods. some people collect ticket stubs, wine labels, tattoos, and matchbooks. i get the same thrill finding a nearly intact robin’s egg shell, as others do snagging a catherineholm dutch oven at a thrift sale. is there perhaps a collecting gene?

lake superior beach rocks

near grand marais, minnesota