Three poles carrying a bit of everything communicate with a neighboring wall. Much care has gone in to maintaining all these wires and the wall, with its band of red and conscientious tuckpointing.
A winter wall ablaze with color and the evidence of life.
We drove by the Botanic Garden on our way to our uncle’s. I felt the urge to turn in or at least stop the car.
It was not just the allure of the colors and the shapes: it was that wall. Walls make a garden, in my opinion. There’s something positively primordial about their pull.