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One perfect stone

I live on a peninsula carved out of solid stone by glaciers, long ago. Stone has been quarried extensively in this area for building. Once there were many stone masons here; they are a rare breed now. Knowing one gives me interesting opportunities for exercising my cinematographomania.

It was raining off and on, but I took my chances and though I got a bit damp and cold, I managed to capture some real “rockin'” action. This is a small sample that I threw together. I’m saving the “building the pyramids” scenes, in which they maneuver the big ones, for later. This is a low-quality video too; the original is better.

The flagstones are up to 6 feet wide, and only a few inches thick. They are laid on fine gravel. Fitting them together and making the entire surface level requires an enormous amount of strength, patience, and care. This is true craftsmanship. Art is nothing without it.

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