Enter the Gila.
We paddled through the wilderness, 56 miles of riffling waters. Giant sycamores, gobbling turkeys, heart-piercing beauty. Then we walked. Back to the headwaters with packs full of water, 28 miles of high desert, burned junipers, faint trails, cloudless skies. In the crsip cold waters was this wing of stone. Truly one of the most spectacular tiny formations I've ever been blessed with.
The botryoidal chalcedony of this piece is joined by blue chalcedony and a sterling silver clasp.
This piece is part of The Movement of Stones Project.