Did I ever mention that I have a teensy-weensy problem with obsession? You’re shocked, I bet. Well, after peering over the rock wall of Alexander Calder’s former home in Connecticut, I browsed the web to try to find places that his work was on public display.
That’s how I found myself riding in to downtown Hartford, Connecticut on a February day. I was hunting dinosaurs. Stegosaurus, to be exact. Stegosauruses? Stegosauri? Whatever. This thing:
Alexander Calder’s Stegosaurus
While I was walking the dog today, looking up at the sky – it made me smile to think that I’m still soft enough to see whales in the clouds, the Wolfman’s face in a tree burl or to enjoy the whimsy of a big red Stegosaurus.