A second installment of my observations of Stuart Robbins' rock constructions, which I see when I walk back his property. You see him here at work with the rocks -- his way of relaxing from his work in poetry and other matters. His "rock city" survives the strongest winds and heaviest rainfall, he says, but could not survive his landlady's sending in a leafblower so these are the last photos of a recent stage, but I saw today that Stuart was already restoring and reinventing his rock compositions:
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