Just as the sky was
turning red in the east, I took a little walk to see if I could get some decent
images of some stonework I’d passed by in the car the day before, a spot where
someone had done some tree and brush removal. It was a National Holiday, so the
traffic was relatively quiet on the Old Clinton Road and on the nearby
Interstate. Relatively quiet that is, except for some German Shepherds behind a
fence, at a house across the street where the cleared section began, barking
questions at me that I took to mean “Who are you?” and “What are you doing??”
“Who are the good
dogs?” I said, just loud enough for the two dogs to hear. They paused to think
about that for a moment and I saw tails wagging behind the fence as they
resumed barking with just a little less anger in their enthusiasm. I took a quick photo or two
and kept walking, eager to get past these early morning dogs…
But the slightly serpentine row of
interestingly stacked stones kept demanding my attention. I slowed down and stepped
off the pavement to get a little closer…
“That’s private
property Buddy!” I hear a voice shout. “I’m calling the cops and they’ll
handcuff you!”
I considered responding that “I’m just walking
here,” but thought better of it.
Same with “I’m not
Buddy.”
So I continued walking and looking silently, just a bit more anxious and a lot more distracted (or was it "A lot more anxious and bit more distracted?") – the total
opposite of how I usually feel when walking along these alleged “Yankee Stone Walls”
that were never intended to be stone fences…
I felt a little safer as I passed a newly exposed "decorated" outcrop - to take two images to stitch together and to look at later, hoping to catch the feel of that:
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