Blink. Blink.
Is that a mirror ahead? The sun is winking at me from over my shoulder. (Not literally. I have plenty of ego — but not that much.)
Today’s walk is in a sculpture park and anything can happen. A few minutes ago, while following a trail in the woods, another hiker told her sons, and then me, to look up. An unexpected pleasure looked back from a tree branch. This one was named — owl — barred, I think.
Signs give credit to the artists and short explanations of the work. Most of these are too large for buildings and best enjoyed during a circuitous walk to view all sides. A few are shy, blending in with the surrounding of forest or lawn. Others are bold, demanding attention. All are free to park visitors and still enough for photography practice.
