That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast." ~ Robert Frost, Mending Wall
My mom loves Frost's poems, which is probably why I have a fascination for stone walls to this day. I have been photographing them in the Hudson Valley since I was a teenager. This one does not separate a farmer's fields, but probably framed an early garden.
You build a wall one stone at a time, just like book. Stone by stone. Word by word. Sometimes those words even seem as heavy.
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