I think I’m developing a masonry fetish.

No… not the kind requiring small cars, fezzes and heavy memory work.

Like rocks and stones and stuff… Set me in front a field of flagstones and I’m transfixed. I now notice mortar rake depth in brick walls,… and appreciate it.

This little personal assignment I’ve been chiseling away at has had me running around our subdivision where flagstone chimneys are the standard.

If the haunted carport sale didn’t confirm the neighbor’s suspicions that we’re nuts – then my stalking around people’s chimneys with my camera will put them over the edge.

(*insert clever serial ending here*)