it was one of those days.
i was rushing to a birthday party with my children, in the rain, the subway was not running, and the shuttle bus meant to transport inconvenienced commuters was, well, inconvenient. we ended up in the wrong place, at the wrong time. or so it seemed.
perhaps our arrival at the north end of fort greene park was a bit more like coming in the back door...or divine intervention.
my children didn't even see these at first, which is a testament to their habit of having eyes scouring the ground, while i always have my head in the clouds.
i am led to assume that the birdhouses we stumbled upon were the works of pratt students, though there was no legend to be found explaining their origin. whoever is responsible, i offer my thanks.
this one reminded me of gilligan's island:
i love the variety, the individuality. i'm a firm believer that the beauty of humanity is most visible with a full spectrum of perspectives.
of course, me being me, i was inspired by the pieces created implementing cast away materials.
as i don't suffer from myopia, i couldn't help but respond to the sheer clean lines and beauty of others:
which ones are your favorites?