Tuesday, August 13, 2019
The Red Man
Well, this definitely counts among the stranger things I've found in a rubbish bin while walking the dog.
That is a life-sized fiberglass (I think?) mannequin with the head of, I don't know...Poseidon? And a jacket and tie. And no pants.
Olga was intrigued, but also scared.
The back view.
I sent Dave a photo of this object and he said, "Bring it home!" I replied, "It's as big as me!" Besides, he was joking, and I didn't really want it. There was a time in my college years when I would have leaped at the chance to have something as funky as a blood-red life-sized fiberglass Poseidon in my apartment, but those days have sadly passed. I think it would just scare me in the middle of the night. We left him in the bin.
I zipped down to Mayfair yesterday to see a little exhibit of Vivian Maier photographs at an art gallery there. I really like Maier's photography and there were some interesting shots, but I'd already seen much of it reproduced in the news articles about the exhibit. I felt like it almost wasn't worth the trouble to go. I did pick up a couple of interesting photography books, though, so that made the trip more worthwhile.
Oh, and yes, Dave did make it back from the states. He got here about 9 a.m., I think, and we looked at all the changes in the garden, and then he went to bed -- and slept until 4 p.m.! He got up, we had dinner, and I figured he'd slept so much he would have trouble sleeping at night -- but no, we went to bed at 10 p.m. or so and he slept soundly through the night. He's still asleep now, in fact. I don't know how he does it.