We’re collectors: stamps, postcards, matchbooks, magnets, the myriad small things that accumulate while traveling. Our far-flung friends often send us photos of treasures they’ve come across, with descriptions of why they caught their eye. Here is one of those found objects.
Good-luck stone, ancient mud fossilized in the North of the North, where few of us go, where few are born. I did not find it there; I found it in a gallery in Montreal, where I go as often as I can. Call of the North? Called there by my son who studies there.