I love industrial archeology, and the patina of age which lends an extra beauty to the surfaces of buildings ~ whether still in use or long-abandoned; centuries-old bridges thrown across timeless rivers; or beautifully made machines, lovingly restored by enthusiasts. And walls: I grew up amidst the dry stone walls of rocky New England and have since “collected” many others ~ from the Greek Islands to the Outer Hebrides, in Scandinavia and the English Lakes and Peaks. Walls are drawings in stone, man-made but seemingly organic, they meander across, over and through many a landscape ~ made by ancient hands and new...