Three of my usually sturdy rock sculptures were down today. Could it be the birds? Could it be the squirrels? Could it be unknown forces of nature from outside our universe? (Dark energy?) I think not. The short wooden fence I placed near the large Wynnewood Train Station sculpture was completely apart as well. So I'm thinking that there was human intervention involved. (Actually think it was sub-human intervention.)
No matter who or what, I'm getting tired of investing my time, sore back and aching arms in this venture. Just as my retirement produced a short-term stir of loss among some of my patients, the absence of these rock sculptures will not be sorely missed. Just ask Picasso or Matisse (oh, they're dead - don't ask them, they won't answer) if they would be missed if they didn't paint another picture. I've certainly left my mark on this world (after all were Picasso or Matisse ever interviewed by The Philadelphia Inquirer?).