Monday, April 16, 2012
Looks like the wind got to my sculpture park before the teenagers did. Meg and I went back on Saturday afternoon to see what became of the obelisks in the brief interim. There's just enough chance in the fallen stone as bridge to indicate nature at play, though it would appear that the site was not without visitors in the last two days. Someone built a small cairn on a slab near the foot path, perhaps as a gesture of fellowship from a delighted explorer.
I was impressed by the fact that the cross bar of the big T was still serenely balanced on its stem. Clearly there was more left to do. I set up a line of stones marching over a beautiful grooved slab, wedged a propeller-shaped stone into a crevice to support a column, and hauled a four-foot needle onto a perch for 30 satisfying seconds of poise.
Meg got in on the fun, too.