Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I'm fond of this big hummingbird sculpture. (It's hard to tell from the photograph, but its wings are nearly three feet long.) The bird makes me cheerful and doesn't burden me with extraneous associations. It doesn't cause me to think of the Decline of the West or modern suburban life or aesthetics of folk art or any other dreary intellectual stuff. It just is what it is. And that's mighty fine.