The Avant Garden

Fish are jumpin'

and the stackin' is high.

Sorry. Back to our regularly scheduled programming ...

The stacks I did last week had a visitor from the Ardeidae family: The Heron appears perched on the arch, but no ...

Sorry about the horrendous photograph, but it was taken out the passenger window of a rolling Subaru while I drove by.

Just outside the frame of that pic is this cool rust-man that Rob created with things from the River:

It's actually much cooler than the photo.

Rob is in Michigan visiting fambly. Hope he is having fun.

I went to Bent Creek Sunday and immediately noted that visitors to the Unphotographable Herd of Arches had left a stack on my little bench:

To that stack, in my best Archie Bunker voice, I demanded, "Get your butt outta my chair." It refused to move, so I helped it and sat down to read the new entry in the logbook I left for people to sign: 

I am happy my creations added to someone's spiritual experience. I hope the story is one they tell for years to come.

A member of the group added some stones to the Unphotographable Herd, which was OK. But I did remove them, because the Herd is there and if you change the energy by adding pieces, it's no longer the Herd ... or at least, no longer my Herd, and realizing that Bent Creek Experimental Forest is public property and everyone has a right to arrange the Stones there as they please, I removed them with neither malice nor ill will. Likesay ... I am just glad the Stones and I could help.

For the past two days, I have stood in the River and bent wire:

I even made an aluminum wire cell phone holder so I could talk to my friend D-U-G while bending tonight. He found it annoying, but my hands just wouldn't stop. You know how it is in the Summertime.