I've always had a thing for art created with everyday objects used out of context...and a few years ago, I repurposed Matt and Caitie's old bowling balls in the garden. Dave didn't exactly see eye to eye with me on the "sculptural" interpretation I took. I think he thought it was a little weird, but went along with it, although he did firmly institute a ban on bowling pins as sculpture.
Lately, I've been gleefully pointing out examples of this spherical art form popping up in other gardens all over the place:
I'm thinking about stealing the bowling ball as fountain idea.
Dave took this one himself in California.
This one in our garden seems kinda tame after looking at
a bowling ball tree, doesn't it?
a bowling ball tree, doesn't it?
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For the longest time, a display mannequin lived in my mother's shrubbery - the legs in one spot (upsidedown), the head and torso elswhere (she had no arms).
And once, I purged my closet of dead shoes, and brought them to her house to peep out from under the hosta - a little like the shoes of the Wicked Witch of the East sticking out from under the house.
That's a roundabout way of saying I like your balls.
very cool! I love surprise sculptures.
I thought Bend got high winds . . . I wonder how the ball tree does in a gale? And how do you explain it to your homeowner's insurance when you have to replace the bay window for the second time? Ha ha
Love the nest -- both of them!
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