I’m fascinated by pipe railing. It’s beautiful for its strength, simplicity, durability and adaptability. Often two tiered tubular metal with a top and mid rail strung between uprights of the same material, it shows a kind of industrial chic. It’s most common in mill towns that reached their apex in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. In my hometown of Collinsville, Connecticut, once the axe and machete capital of the world, it’s found as fences and barriers at the edge of walkways and roads, as exterior and interior banisters along stairs and ramps, topping stonewalls and parapets, and anywhere a sturdy handrail might be needed.