Look Who's Coming to Dinner

A dinner theme I could get excited about: Crock Pot Dining. There was very little cooking involved in my pot of choice, but it was heavy on the croc! The easiest way to tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator is not the shape of their noses, but a good look at their salad composition. An alligator salad will be made with fresh fruits, while the crocodile salad leans heavily on vegetables. (A fun fact you can now share at your crocktail parties!)



This croc was a perfect gentleman and stood in nicely for my out of town beau. The picture, of course, does not do him justice; he needed the red-eye reduction setting on my camera.

Sculpture Park

“What do you think the title of this piece is?” I asked Phin. We were staring at what I considered to be giant iron canoes – the first stop on our sculpture park tour. I love this park and was eager to share the experience with this particular guy. He enthusiastically joined in the game with a guess of “Waves”. We were both a little right according to the description; “...suggest tidal waves or profiles of battleships.” Phin took exception to my calling canoes battleships, but admitted arrows may have once been sprung from a paddled canoe. That was enough for me and although appreciating art is not a competition, I secretly gave us each 1 point.

We continued down the gravel path, with satisfying crunches creating musical accompaniment. At each piece we would imagine a title and then compare with the label given by the artists. Some of the monikers were more engineered terms than artistic names such as Two Plane Vertical Horizontal Variation III. I’m sure this is why I quickly recognized the wisdom of enjoying art without keeping score: Phin, an engineer to the core, was a much better guesser than I. The secret challenge was dropped, but perhaps a trifle too soon.

“Log Jam,” I declared thinking the tripod holding three enormous dangling tree trunks was something out of a Paul Bunyon story.

“Security System,” countered Phin. I was not following that thought process and went to read the plaque.


“It’s called Bunyon’s Chess,” I announced excitedly, since I really had been thinking of Paul Bunyon. I glanced at Phin to see how he was reacting to this title, and saw him starring quizzically at the security light, adjacent to the structure. He turned to see what I was laughing at, and that is when the true sculpture, Bunyon’s Chess, caught his eye. He still maintains that “Security Device” was one of his favorite pieces of art in the park.

Our walk led us to a path of unbridled whimsy; Alexander Calder would have approved. We meandered through the grove looking for the hanging hammocks, but only spied two of the supposed three. We got lost in the Stinger, which reminded us both of the Gravitron from our childhood fair days. It did not take us for a spin with centripetal forces, but lured us in by being “deceptively sweet but slyly intoxicating.” The cartoon firecracker set loose on the hill by Wile E. Coyote, surprized me once again by turning out to be Typewriter Eraser, Scale X.
We took a turn at being part of the surroundings when we sat statuesque on what I believe were Eye Benches I, but could have been Eye Benches II or even Eye Benches III.

We ended at my favorite sculpture, and the only one I can ever remember the title of since it is spelled out in plain English, Love & Loss. We arrived on the side of “Loss”. I stood there contemplating how loss is often a part of love. “Is it worth it?” I thought to myself. I was still pondering when Phin took my hand. We walked down the sidewalk steps of the letter “s”, and as we turned, the perspective of the sculpture changed from “Loss” to “Love”. It is too soon to tell if this change is reflected in my own life, but I do have to say- the potential is exciting.