Scotia: A Paean to Iron and the Barrens
“Scotia: A Paean to Iron and the Barrens” I’ve walked near ruins in December. They look as though the heavy concrete should give with each gust of wind. They should creak, moan, groan and groan like uncles who lost legs in the war. But they don’t. They stand, lonesome watchers who lost their eyes when … More Scotia: A Paean to Iron and the Barrens