the watchful angel
Without the Web, I wouldn’t have known anything about E.T. Wickham‘s astonishing concrete figures, which, decaying from neglect, nestle in the trees on a back-road in Tennessee. And I’m guessing, from the fact that sites as well-crafted as these exist, that it wasn’t just a happy discovery for me alone. That, oh that is why I keep faith, even as the hordes advance.