A Rural Illusion, No. 1

    I was just thinking during an idle time, that I should build a working door frame and entry of green-treated lumber.
    Choosing a site not far from my house, excavate an area eight-by-eight feet, two feet deep into the subsoil, the nearside thirty-degrees deeper than the far side.
    Then, building a strong fieldstone knee wall along its perimeter, set the frame in and secure it to the ground and fieldstone wall by using reinforcement rods set in concrete.
    Finish it off using 4"x5"(est.) translucent blocks of heavy-duty glass on either side of the door from floor to ceiling to function as a sort of door light.
    Install a facsimile of a metal or concrete weather/tornado-proof 'vent' that protrudes from 'the roof' to finish off its appearance as a functional construction.
    Make a path to the door every day or several times a month and open and close the door, creating the illusion of heavy use, although the door opens to a dirt or concrete wall. There's no cellar.

    It's just art.

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