Six figures stand like monumental clenched boxing gloves against the broken steel foreboding blue sky. They tower above us on pillars of Coffee Brown and mud and sky; and three on on pyramidical sized blocks: some tanned as dead oak leaves; some blocks tarnished with the dull olive of chlorite; one block energized with a zesty cinnamon brown. A view to remember.
Six figures stand like monumental clenched boxing gloves against the broken steel foreboding blue sky. They tower above us on pillars of Coffee Brown and mud and sky; and three on on pyramidical sized blocks: some tanned as dead oak leaves; some blocks tarnished with the dull olive of chlorite; one block energized with a zesty cinnamon brown. A view to remember.