Temporary halt to construction work
I’ve been trading increasingly less cordial emails with my friend low friend in high places about the concrete garden next door. There have been serious improprieties involved in this project from the beginning, but that is not why I’m here today. Today I want to share a video and some pics that I took yesterday. But first let me preface these visual delights with a wee snatch of poetry from one of my favorite Irishmen, fellow bard and victim of the stupidity of others.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye,
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky…
— Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Part I – Third stanza