A medley of beach stones rattle in the surf along the shore at Sam White's Cove in Trinity Bay. Ancient stones, polished by nature's patient hand. Record of an everlasting symphony orchestrated by the sea. It's hard not to pocket one of these colourful gems. I skip a stone across the water’s surface. It sinks to the bottom, never to be seen again. Another, I put in my pocket, too precious to let go. Are we mere visitors, here, in this Great Museum? The collector within me knows that this is all far too precious to let go. I am pleased to have my camera.