the prevailing wind at our new place is a pretty strong zephyr, out of the west. and when we moved in earlier this month, one thing on the fix list was the back fence, which was leaning into our yard at about a 60 degree angle. so as we’ve gotten into the project this week, with a lot of leaning on pry bars. trying to dig out the former post-footings has also involved a little speculative archeology: “what the hell were they thinking?” and so on.
Archimedes was like:
just give me a big crowbar and somewhere to stand; watch me rock your world.
now people are like:
just give us the right tuning fork to strike the earth and we’ll recall all reality.
past & present.
the tuning fork’s probably a bad example. I’m thinking it would probably have to be something more like a tremendous steel-tooth comb (as from a music box) or a giant player piano.
although the instrument’s still a work in progress, in the mean time, we’ve at least found some more rock to drag across it. in France they’ve turned up 150 million-year-old fossilized lakeshore, printed and stippled with pterodactyl tracks: dance steps where, one day, a small dinosaur came in for a serviceable, if not very graceful, landing. how do you like that?
anyway, the fence should be about done by the weekend.
related: the witness, martin prothero, tracks, humbaba, cherubim, chainlink, the dawnland, tiktaalik, petro-tarsi & clay footings, mammoths in moth balls, hoboclowns & coelacanths