Our car parked in front of room 44, at the Sleep-E Hollow Motel.
A little sculpture of a critter along the path at Grounds for Sculpture.
Gretchen poses with a tense Impressionistic couple along the waterfront.
I pose in a famous sculptural take on Le déjeuner des canotiers, a painting by Renoir.
A sculptural take on Manet's Le déjeuner sur l'herbe.
Unlike in the painting, I can see whether or not she has pubic hair. She does!
Several peacocks live near the Ground's café. They tend to disperse whenever children wielding sticks come through. People are forever thinking of the children and neglecting the many things children like to hit with sticks.
Across a small lake from Grounds for Sculpture is the most ordinary-looking slice of suburbia imaginable. Here I've framed one of those houses in a sculpture made of iron and river stones.
Sideways-mounted dudes and a little guy climbing a wall.
This guy would look better if he was standing on the grass instead of a gravel rectangle.
There are few indoors-only sculptures inside one of the old fairgrounds buildings. This is an exhibit of books that have been manipulated and "frozen" in epoxy, turning them into objects that resemble fossils. This might be how our libraries will look in a million years.
I stand at the back of a sculpture called "Breadline."
Gretchen offers comfort to an impaled bronze dude.