indeed, we have framed a wall.  “we” as in the jokers who stuck captions to frames and hung the frames on a rock wall inside a working dig out west.  

    really this cracked me up.  and i still just want to straighten the one on the bottom.  

    the captions themselves are useful expositions of the type of rock seen here, the formation of the rock since prehistory, and exactly what the different colored striations in the rock signify.  the hyperreality of the thing, though, whereby the geologically unique rock (locked inside its lithic embrace are the remains of dozens of wooly mammoths) is itself struggling to avoid the profound meaninglessness of lifeless stone is a truly striking development.

    it is notable that without adhering some kind of tag to this rock wall--to this, the very reason for tourists’ visits--meaning and purpose would elude most of them, even when directly confronting this stony face of history.

    i have to say that the creativity of framing the natural features is a lovely and elegant solution.  and really, what are museums other than elaborate frames for contextualizing someone’s idea of a  cultural heritage?  likewise here, at the mammoth dig.