I am not a fan of granite. At least, not in its cut, polished and impeccably laid form which one sees everywhere these days.
Ah, but this crystalline rock - when used generously, in its almost raw, monolithic state - can have a powerful effect on the senses.
One weekend (inspired by a lovely property nestled in the woods nearby) I went and got a few slabs for our own little front yard, to complement the carpet grass that I had freshly laid the week before.
Lifting the 2 feet square 2 inch thick slabs by hand damned near gave me a hernia, so you can only imagine what it was like to heft to these massive babies into place in this District 10 condo.
