Alex Konczal

FORT WILLIAMS, MAINE, 22 July — We reach for the stars, we plumb the depths of our global brain, and even as we measure the connections of 2 billion wired human brains, Alex Konczal stands on the beach and stacks rocks.

I Stack Rocks

Went to the beach at fort williams with my little brother today and did this. I’ve done three stacks recently that fell before I could photograph them, so I took some photos of this one midway through the process, just as insurance against another disaster.

I started out with a concept of alternating layers of large, loosely stacked stones and small, tightly stacked stones, but as I built the process took over and drove me up and up, ignoring craft, style, and repetition, consumed with the need for height. at the end, I was reaching far above my head while standing on top of another stone – a dangerous position to balance in, for sure. it’s much harder to balance something you can’t see in its entirety. I rarely do it, but I had the midway photos, so I took the risk. if I had a step ladder, I’d be…

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