I watched as workers filled in the gaps in the stone wall with concrete blocks. I couldn't understand why the property owner on Oaklawn didn't replace the wooden fence with another wooden fence which would look better. I still don't understand. I agree with Judy, the manhole covers (access covers is the PC word I think) are interesting, but in an unusual place.
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty.
I used to drive by this fence every day - and often wondered about those hideous concrete blocks. Thanks dbdubya for an explanation. In my romantic thoughts - i imagined originally there was some lovely wrought iron between those stone piers. with a glimpse into a pretty flower filled garden....
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Love that quote! The mix of the stones and the blocks of the fence are terrific. Those are such decorative manhole covers!!
I watched as workers filled in the gaps in the stone wall with concrete blocks. I couldn't understand why the property owner on Oaklawn didn't replace the wooden fence with another wooden fence which would look better. I still don't understand. I agree with Judy, the manhole covers (access covers is the PC word I think) are interesting, but in an unusual place.
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty.
I used to drive by this fence every day - and often wondered about those hideous concrete blocks. Thanks dbdubya for an explanation. In my romantic thoughts - i imagined originally there was some lovely wrought iron between those stone piers. with a glimpse into a pretty flower filled garden....
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