And On Those Shores They Did Dance

It was a lovely day on Saturday to return to San Damiano to see what the wood sculptors at the Harry Whitehorse International Wood Sculpture Festival had come up with. If Michelangelo was correct in his (arboreally adjusted) assertion "Every log has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it" then I was surely in for a treat. And so I jumped on my bike and headed out after my morning coffee and making sure Willow was properly fed & watered.

Starkweather Creek looked lovely from the Ivy Street bridge.

Back in my old neighborhood I spied a mama mallard and her brood in the runoff reservoir just off of Walter Street. It brought back some good memories as I had walked and biked by there quite often when I lived in Eastmorland. I saw all manner of creatures there as I passed by over the years - mallards, muskrats, blue herons, et al.

When I stopped in at the wood sculpture festival last weekend, the artists were mainly wielding chainsaws and doing the rough cuts on their logs, giving only the broadest of outlines to the statues within. But now there were some completed sculptures, a few getting stain applied, and the remaining still having the finishing touches put on them.

The bear and mouse dancing was simply lovely.

Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!

San Damiano is such a lovely spot.

At least some of the works from the last festival ended up on display at Olbrich Park and Garver Feed Mill and I am hoping the same will happen to this year's works.

The Dixon Green Space was serene and all aglow on my ride home.