As someone who has spent a good deal of his life climbing rock, and who now lives in New England on a farm with miles of stone walls, it is hard not to be taken with Indian stone. When in Tamil Nadu, I talked with our new friend Ingrid–a stone mason most likely already laying walls back home–about loading up a container with hundreds of the beautiful granite fence posts so readily available here.
We imagined a container ship arriving in Boston with our very own box of fenceposts.
From Mahabalapuram to Jaipur, Hampi to Ajanta, stone is a part of Indian history and its contemporary life.
Every day I covet the piles of sidewalk stone stacked haphazardly next to yet another digging project. And every day I feel the impulse to be gathering stone in the woods for the home projects always underway.