Two sets of banners; 'Onshore drift' and Offshore Drift'.

I tend to think of pebbles as static things, but within a much larger scale of time they are not, the process of stone breaking down, wearing away and moving downwards is older than the hills. I've been litho-curious for as long as I can remember and my current obsession with pebbles is fed by fossil hunting whenever I go for a walk or visit a beach. The timeframes involved wherein life becomes preserved in stone is a deepness of time I find staggering. It gives perspective on my own being and provides a comforting sense of the endurance of life within earth-systems.

The larger images show a fossil in a flint pebble I casually picked up from Rye Harbour beach on the South coast and turned to come face to face with a creature from another time in the palm of my hand. The smaller images are of another flint I found in a local field. Flint oxygenates incredibly slowly, preserving its moment of fragmentation in the difference between its weathered, chalky shell and shiny silica interior.