Far up a mountain holler, past the apple orchards and into the first leg of the climb up the mountain, long hidden by the forest rests a piece of history.
Work gives me the opportunity to explore new roads and to see new things from long ago.
Somebody's grandfather built this wall, when he was a younger man I would imagine.
This old wall at Client #5's.
Monday, May 4, 2009
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8 comments:
Wow, now there is some inspiration for you.
Magnificent. If that old wall could talk. The tales it could share. If only a person was a mind to it could be restored to it's glory. I love it.
Thanks, Christopher.
It reminds me of some of the old rock walls I saw in Hawaii. Built so long ago it's hard to imagine the intensive labor it took. Maybe this is why there weren't any treadmills back then. Lovely photos!
Hi Christopher, I am thrilled to see the numerals of clients climbing. What a spotlessly clean wall, no weeds or vines attempting a takeover? I envy your exploration of the ancient mountain and the meeting of its inhabitants.
Frances
Wow, is this wall at a location where it could be incorporated into client 5's garden? What an opportunity that would be.
This is a revelation; I am only used to these kinds of walls in New England.
bev
WOW ... what a beautiful place. That wall is incredible! I am happy to see that you continue to add clients to your list. You are on a roll!
A treasure.
Hi Christopher! I love rocks and stone. Just looking at these pictures make me feel happy. Thanks!
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