Concept art across the street
Yesterday, City workers came looking for the water shut-off pipe. They didn't find it, but they left behind an excellent substrate for embedded art.
I really like the little rhino coming out of the gravel.
I have not been given permission to identify the artist, but I wouldn't deny a suggestion that that is their shadow.
Apparently, many of the images came from inside the home after Adrian, it's owner, passed away.
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Allow me to observe that the one-eared, red-bearded gentleman seems disinclined to build a hot rod dragster.
You may be right about that, Joel.
I am curiously reminded that stuff, in the George Carlin sense of stuff that we accumulate in life, persists there. Here nothing persists in the relentless heat, humidity, and saline air. Paper is gone in months, metal rusts away rapidly, plastic mildews and then crumbles. A trip to Wisconsin this past summer left my children surprised that there was stuff from my youth, even from my childhood, still intact.
Hey Dana, what about plastic? You could collect toy dinosaurs.
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