the time Ciemny was working on this black
iron opus, “Gregory never once asked to see
what I was doing.”
At this point everyone thought the
story was over, so they packed up their
shovels and rivets and went home. Then
Maguire spent a winter considering the new
work as viewed from the living room and
realized that the gateway to the backyard
needed another side. Bilowz had already
positioned a hollowed-out stone across
from the wave, as if it might drip into the
basin, and it was here that Maguire posed
for Ciemny, demonstrating the “yearning”
the new side should have for the other.
With this coda completed in 2015, the
fence now reads from every angle.
Beyond the known world of the patio,
the yard opens up to the emerald-green
lawn, where a loop of granite and brick,
more of a delineator than a
path, leads to a studio built
from an English greenhouse
kit. “I thought I’d write here,
but that didn’t exactly happen,” Maguire says. However, the whimsical structure serves a purpose as it pulls the
eye back and gives the property a destination. In the writer’s mind, the giant white
pines rise behind it “like mountains,” he
muses, but that would be another story.
the path from the front yard leads through a
deceptively normal garden gate. Off in the
distance, a whimsical structure built as a writing
studio gives the backyard focus and destination.