These telephone poles and a stonewall look like the run off forever, but of course it's a bit of an illusion. This scene certainly would provide a good subject for an assignment on perspective, wouldn't it? This wall is not thrown together hastily either. It is elaborately constructed and runs on both sides of the road towards a family apple orchard. The other morning, facing the sun, I sat about mid-wall here and was just enjoying the warm sun on my face.
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall". I remember Frost leading off his MENDING WALL with this line. Could there really be such a person or thing that could detest this rugged, New England icon? I hope not.