 This funny statue reminded me very much of my late beagle, Dorie. In the winter, Dorie would suddenly plunge her head and shoulders into the snow, tail wagging all the while. I always wondered what she was after. A frozen bit of sandwich? Burrowing mice? Whatever the prize, to her it was well worth a faceful of snow.  If my water bottle had a top like that, I'd leave it on the sidewalk, too.  I love the idea of fish lawn ornaments!  The best way to play with an extra-large tiger plush toy: put it in your yard and watch the double takes.
 These sculpted faces reminded me of a trip I took to New York City with my daughter and her friend in 2013. We stayed at an apartment on the Lower East Side that we rented through HomeAway. The apartment was very cluttered and had a weird vibe (I'll save that story for another day).
  I don't think I'm done with these sculptures quite yet. They still haunt me from time to time, so perhaps they are looking for a home in a story.  Sometimes it's just the pattern of lines that catches my eye. Like this green tangle...  ...and these brown leaves hanging down like tiny wizened bats.  A weeping willow and thick vines. On one side a downward cascade; on the other, a staunch climb up. These next pics were taken on a walk early in the morning on October 1. More interesting lines...  
   
A few inspirational messages...      We knew this day would come.
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In the spirit of Halloween, here are a few of my strangest finds from the last few months.  Because, deep down, we all want to be ducks.  No triangle eyes or jagged teeth for this pumpkin. Nope, this one gets long eyelashes and elegant gloves.  A new genre altogether—the patriotic pumpkin.  Where are his teeth? And his eyeballs? And does his smile have to be THAT wide and creepy?  I think this is supposed to be a man with a great big jutting jaw covered in a massive beard. But there's no color, no definition other than the skis. My eyes swim looking at him.  Have you ever seen such a look of disgust? (I've placed this guy
near my cat's litter box—seems like a good place for that permanent scowl.) |
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