Artorama

 

 

 

Someone carried these pumpkins to the Park  

Odd thing to leave behind at a park  

 Somone came to visit and placed this Angel atop the grave marker.

 

 

 

 He was tied to this pole.  Kidnapped in plain sight.  

 

 

 Poem by Pablo Neruda  Little by little, and also in great leaps, Life happened to me, And how significant this business is. These veins carried My Blood, which I scarcely ever saw, I breathed the air of so many places Without keeping a sample of any. In the end, everyone is aware of this: Nobody keeps any of what he has, And life is only a borrowing of bones

 

 

 

  Delavan Wisconsin home of P. T. Barnum.  

 Nature is Art.  Art is Nature .,