Just ducky

[altivo]

Gigantic ducks. No, I don't know how the conversation got to that. I do not want to be pecked to death by giant ducks. Nor trampled by them.

Nice day. Dry air, breezes, sun, no rain. Might be able to sleep with the windows open.

We went to an open air art exhibit over in Woodstock. It was odd. Usually I can't walk through one of those without at least wishing I could afford to buy something or other that I saw. This time, nothing. I mean, nothing was very appealing. It all seemed so... ordinary. I suspect that furry art has turned my head.

Right now it's bed time, but there's an apple pie calling my name. I think we'll have a tiny slice first.

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[moonhare]

I suspect that furry art has turned my head.

We have a monthly display of art in our Program Room at the library, and I feel the same way. I'm attracted to a very thin category of pictures, mainly those with animals. Last month there was an exhibit by a senior;s group, and included were some pretty rough pictures with animals in them. I won't get critical because I felt that here was a man in his late sixties trying to paint wolves and polar bears, however... roughly, and wasn't afraid to put them on display.

This month there is a nice painting called "Smiling Horses." I didn't know the name of the work when I first looked it over, but thought to myself "odd, all the horses are smiling, really smiling." I was happily surprised.